What We Have Been Doing — Monday, December 7, 2020

Remember this?

Three times a day—once in the morning

Two times in the afternoon

We cut

Split

Stack

Cut

Haul from the pile to the pile

It’s starting to go down.

And we have help!

(2/3s to go.  A little bit every day. Until done.)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Empty Farm Now Full — Thursday, December 7, 2017

When we do a wee walk about out on the farm now… (we meaning, Boomer, Mindy, myself, and sometimes Terry)

The farm is alive with the tiny sounds of grass, weeds, or stalks being pulled with bottom teeth and tongue, then the slow rhythm of chewing; hooves moving through the above making a sort of swishing sound.

The rhythms of the farm has changed– from those of silence (although never silent…the sounds of scattering feet of little mice, voles, squirrels, or other quick but seldom seen creatures, the slow settling of a rock, or a pebble my shoe turns over…the calls of wild birds…no never silent)

To a different type of soothing sounds—the busy grazing of big beautiful cows…cradling the farm in their bovine warmth.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Other Side of Life—Wednesday, December 7, 2016

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I think, sometimes, of what could be on the other side of life….

geese-002It must be ever more beautiful than here.  But the here and now is just so stunningly beautiful it’s hard to imagine.

geese-in-the-sunsetDark takes away all sense of perspective for those of us who live in the sunlight

It seems strangely quiet, although there are night sounds, we just don’t hear them in tones of ‘day ears’.  The night is full of thick shadows, but the day sky is full of clear light.  If we are lucky we can see the soft brilliance of the winging Canada geese.

a-surprise-color-in-winterJust before day fades and night rises up (or just before night is shattered by the rising sun) –there is a time I call —  ‘place where time stops’.  It happens for  just a moment or so, where everything is empty of thought, the soul is soothed–it just takes a second. It is in this spot of time I can I look into something that is a place of peace.   If death lies there, in that place, then I too, can say the other side is stunning.

From my world to your heart!

Linda

Quick Trip— Sunday, December 7, 2014

Friday night…no wait!!!  Early Saturday morning –3:30—neither Terry nor I could sleep…worrying about getting the corn in…the brakes went out of the grain truck…everything was wet from the rain…just stuff.  The kind of thing that bothers you at night but doesn’t in the daytime.

Around 4 o’clock Terry said: “Let’s get up and go to Craig and watch Blade’s basketball tournament.”

“Sounds good to me.  If we leave here at 4:30 we should make it to the gym by 7:30.  Blade plays at 8:00—won’t he be surprised when we walk in?”

So we did.

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The drive was beautiful..randomly we could see the moon, but mostly it was cloudy, traffic was light (not many people up at that time of day), the deer, elk and antelope stayed somewhere safe for them and for us.  Right at 7:30 a.m. sharp we walked into the gym…there he was!  Lined up with the team…he saw us!  A smile and a tiny wave let us know!  Around 7:55 the rest of the family came through the ticket booth … huge smiles all around…it was a great surprise.  We enjoyed this so much.

PigsIn-between Blade’s games we went up to see their Christmas decorations and to then to see the pigs, Linky is ‘sharing’ with their neighbor.  (They are his pigs, but this very lonesome for the farm little girl, was asked by Mr. Chapman if she would like to help him gentle down and take care of his latest pigs).  Every day she trudges up the hill to the pig barn and plays with the three little pigs–I forget their names.  When she gets tired of them she then walks along and pets and brushes down all the other pigs in this very clean and friendly pig barn.  There is no smell in this set up because of how the pigs are fed and taken care of…they have their own pellet stove for the winter and nice fans for the summer.  These are special pigs raised only for showing…all the little pigs are sold only to those places that want show pigs.  It’s a great life for a pig!

Then back we went to watch the basketball hustle.  Bladen is a good basketball player!  it was ever so much fun.

The only sad part in the whole day was Tally lost her backpack—hopefully someone found it and will return it to the school or to Kelly or Misty.  One can always hope, I suppose.

We were heading back home right after the games, but the kids asked us to stay for a bite to eat and a short visit.  We did…it was nice.

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We made it back home just as the sun was going down around 4:30 or so.  It was a very fast trip but a very nice trip.

Now we prepare for another week of harvest (we hope) only two more fields to go.  It sure would be nice to be done before Christmas!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm

Linda