Before the Water Comes —- Thursday, March 29, 2018

The water still isn’t here.  It’s still five miles away….still.

Terry is anxious to get started.  We dive up to Pea Green and check the head gate for the F N Canal (that’s the name of our Canal).  The F N Canal takes off the Iron Stone Canal — a huge system of canals running all the way from Black Canyon of the Gunnison and the Uncompahgre River.

Not here yet.

So we have been doing some major clean up around the farm

Gathering more firewood from downed trees at the back of the land

I’ve been working in my yard…I hate to uncover too many flowerbeds until I can get water on them, but …. still…they do need to be uncovered before the spring bulbs get too big.

( I also work in my house, but that seems so boring. Although, I do want to start painting.  I need to paint the inside of the house this year and go down to the other house and do some painting, that we (as land lords) are responsible for.  But not just yet….maybe in April.  We will see.)

The days are ever so much longer, allowing us much more time to get ‘stuff’ done.

In our elderly years we seem to tire out easier, although, it does seem we work just as hard as we did in our fifties—- 🙂

Oh, well…we are pretty much caught up now.  Just waiting on the water so the Growing Season can start!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Farm is Our Heart—-Monday, March, 26, 2018

Thankfully we got all the wood cut and piled.  Our youngest daughter, son-in-law and grandchildren came and helped us finished up the wood.  We are set now for at least a couple of years, depending on the weather.

The signs of spring are here, they are in the air, on the earth, in the fading sun or the rising sun, in the lighting shadows and the lengthening day.

I still feed the Red-Winged Blackbirds, although I’m seeing more and more Song birds in the yard and on the farm

I love their songs and strive to keep them here, as long as they will stay.  But as soon as the Upper End and the Back Forty green up…they will be gone to sing and mate in that special wonderland they call home.

Then once they are gone—the hummingbirds come so my little bird kitchen stays steady with the joy of winged-friends.

Everyday now is a call to the land, where work is not drudgery, but jubilation—we are adding to the chorus called Spring.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

By the Gift of Friendship—-Sunday, March 25, 2018

This month (March 18th to be exact) I have been blogging eleven years.

I have shared our simple, busy, farm life with you. I have shared my excitement over the fresh green shoots of new grass growing, or the tiny little plants of corn or pinto beans, today I’m showing you the sprouts of alfalfa just starting to arrive in the alfalfa field.

For eleven years you have watch the soul of each and every season—the opening of the land, the growing season, harvest…and the rest– called winter.

You have been with Terry and I as we built and repaired fences, or as in yesterday—took one clear out so we could have a larger field.

You’ve been with me through the joys and wonders of the wild life upon our farm—the last of the Sand Hill Cranes left our farm yesterday—lifting up into the sky with thrilling calls telling us THANK You….we will come again.  And I stood there and called back to them….PLEASE DO! You are always welcome.

Coming back into the yard I saw three Robins….Spring is truly here for sure!

You’ve shared night-time walks with me (this is the moon right now…2:00 a.m)

And that amazing sky we live under.

Thank you each and everyone so much for coming along with me, for leaving me your comments so I can get to know you also, and for being readers, even if you don’t leave comments.

Thank you for making my eleven years of blogging so very rewarding.

From my heart to your world,

Linda