Life at Ten Months Old—Chapter One, Autumn, Fall, Or Whatever You call It, Friday with TLC Cai-Cai, October 8, 2021

Mom says I’m ten months old now.  Ten Months.

I’ve been with Mom and Dad since I was 6 or 7 weeks old.  That’s a long time. And it’s been a good time.  I’m very glad I have Mom and Dad.

I’m also very glad my human sister found me wandering around in a parking lot in a very big city called Grand Junction. I was really, really, I mean REALLY hungry, scared, and missing my real Mom.

I really don’t know what happened—why I was thrown away at such a tiny, tiny age, but I was.

I used to have Mindy Kit-Cat Brown, but she left. Mom was really sad and upset for a very long time.

Neither Mom and I understand why Mindy had to leave, I wanted to be her friend and everything.  Mom said Mindy decided to go, that she got jealous (whatever that is) and wanted a different life.

I’m sorry.  This is a really nice life.  I would share it with her.

Anyway, back to being 10 Months Old.

WHAT a great time I’ve been having—there are birds to chase, mice to capture and toss in the air, and grasshopper–-GREAT BIG GRASSHOPPERS!  They hop AND fly.

But for some reason…most of the birds are gone, the mice aren’t I still find lots and lots of mice, and a random stiff grasshopper.

Mom says it’s because it’s turning cold outside.

Which brings me too now!

The sun has started taking a LONG time to wake up!  A LONG TIME.

Mom won’t let me go outside until the sun is UP!  She says I have to wait until all the wild cats,

the foxes, and the

coyotes have gone to bed. Then I can go outside and play.

I go outside! The minute she will let me! I RUN out the door and I don’t come back until I get hungry.  And that happens in about an hour or two.

Sometimes Mom and Dad go to town.  If Mom is riding to town with Dad, then I get to GO!  Mom puts my green harness on with the long leash I like to bite and chew on.  Loads me up on her lap and we are OFF!

It’s not my favorite thing to do, but I do rather enjoy it.  I like looking at all the green things out the window, the people at the stores, but I hide when there are loud trucks and such around. I hide by putting my head in Mom’s elbow. Then when the sound is gone, I sit back up and look at everything.

Back home I help Dad and I help Mom, but mostly I look for things to play with.

Play is my work you see.

TLC Cai-Cai

 

Blink — Time Moving Forward, Thursday, September 30, 2021

Gosh, here we are the last day of September.

Tomorrow is October.

The shadows in Autumn are just a little bit thicker now

A little bit darker, the light from the sun more brilliant

The air holds a chill much easier

Although, the middle of the day holds a tad touch of Summer

I must confess, the only time of the year, the weeds are sorta kinda pretty.

Blink…time is moving fast.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Quiet Days — the Kind that Leaves No Mark, Tuesday, August 3, 2021

It’s been raining here,

Little showers of delight

Our air, ground, and souls cooling way down

Making a person think it might be Autumn

It makes me feel like Fall

Time racing forward

That summer will be over (too) fast.

Moments racing ahead…

The rain is nice, it’s actually making puddles

Still…over there — just beyond

Is Fall…

Autumn

The cool down, just before

Ah, well…until then

Our days go Quietly forward…

Your friend on a western Colorado farm

Linda

 

Where We are on the Farm Now—-Monday, October 29, 2018

We still have not started the corn harvest.  Although, Terry is checking the dryness of the corn weekly now.  The last moisture count was 15.3%.  It must be 15 or below to begin.

So we wait.

The days are sharply cooling down…the ground is more leaf-littered each and every day

Last Friday we had the bliss and excitement of a thick marvelous fog

Of which, I had to go walking in.

After all, it’s rare (in our part of the world) to be able to actually walk in a cloud sitting down on the eath. 🙂

It was breathtaking.

The steady flow of water in the canal is turned off today.  It will take a week before it is gone at our farm—for you see the water travels all the way from the Blue Mesa Reservoir, Gunnison, Colorado,  to the Gunnison River at Delta, Colorado…irrigating farms all along the way.

There is a definite snap in the air, causing us to enjoy the evenings with the heat of the wood stove.

Autumn is moving rapidly toward winter now.

BUT—-

O! The excitement —-while out on the farm a flock of bluebirds flew by Boomer and me on their way through (they don’t seem to nest here on our farm) to who knows where–

I capture two of them on camera!  I was elated! Jubliant and Overjoyed to get their photos, even if it was just the back of them as they flew by.

From your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Air Smells Like Falling Leaves—-Thursday, October 25, 2018

Although I love summer best, my heart leaps into my breast with flares of joy for spring and then once more for the bright lovely days of Autumn

Autumn to me is more than a dying time, or a song sorrow, or a lament to the Old Gods

Its a time of remembering—as the leaves fall down on the weary ground and the plants close up for another year

The sky seems to [also] brighten into strong colors even more so than the brilliant summer skies

The air is not full of the smell of green growing things and thirsty soil like it is in Spring

Nor is it full of the spices and floral scents of summer

But it is full of the smell of leaves turning yellow and falling, drifting toward the earth where we mere mortals tread.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Autumn a Type of Contentment—-Sunday, September 17, 2017

We’ve had rain…the days damp and the mornings with a chill

The days warm up nicely.

The pinto bean harvest came to a screeching halt—the bean puller broke…

Then as it got fixed…

The rains came.  Which means Terry will have to go out and lift all the plants up out of the soil, (rains smashes plants) before he can combine the two fields—there is still one to pull and let dry and then combine.

I’ve been canning…pineapple candy peppers and

 

Salsa

Plus we’ve turned off water to the place.  Irrigation is done for the year.  The only thing left now will be picking up the syphon tubes and flushing out the ditches.

Fall galloped in…complete with wild geese flying over us in the wind!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Summer’s Ghost—-Tuesday, September 20, 2016

bee

The bees are very busy now…flying back to the hives, their bodies covered with pollen; the droning sound they make so much a part of the landscape one must pay attention to hear it.

fushiaThe company of the plants are still soothing to the eyes and the soul

seedsBut the signs are there; spangling the edges, hurrying the plants along, pushing and a nudging–to set seeds — prepare for that long sleep called winter

zinniaThe autumn winds will soon arrive, rustling across the plateau, through the canyons and bursting forth upon our mesa—flinging dry leaves across the land, stripping the trees bare

dotsFor now the rooted silence is a sort of balm to my spirit and to the earth

more-dotsBut the hint of fall is still there….a flicker out the corner of your eye, a tingle at the back your neck

leavesYellow leaves

drift

Float quick and light, reflecting back to the wind, the earth and the sky the soon to be ghost of Summer.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

From Ann Patchett, Truth and Beauty—Wednesday, September 2, 2015

2“To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall….”—Ann Patchett, Truth and Beauty

5Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm

Linda

More Signs—Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Smoke

We are still having haze from the fires!  Although, and in spite of, yesterday was a lovely fall day.

Red-SUn-2

The leaves are just beginning to turn; some are already falling.  Not many, one or two, silently, a slight flicker at the edge of eyesight.

FlyingSunday we had over thirty of these flying little jewels.  Flitting here and there, getting in squabbles with each other, dipping and dodging.  I go through a gallon of sugar water every day.

JewelsAfter we came in from setting the last of the water, the dappled light from the setting sun, glowing through the haze Terry, Boomer, and I rested before going in.GlowIt was at that moment I realized the sounds of the Hummingbirds had dimmed.  Only six little birds were visiting the feeders. The same count this morning.  The hummingbird migration has begun.

I would much prefer Fall/Autumn to begin the last of September, not now, not in August. Still it is here…the sunlight this morning caught in the cobwebs heavily dappled in dew. Many of the other spring and summer birds have left…it won’t be long now until the Swallows leave.  They seem to be around the last to go.  Not always, but close. hollyI understand why we measure time—for it is the hope that in doing so it will not leave.

As always your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Fall is in the Air—Monday, August 24, 2015

Rabbit-BrushNo matter how much I wish to ignore the signs…they are here.

Fall has arrived!

The nights are cooler–so much so I must so I must shut the windows in the house by two in the morning.

AlmostThe Rabbit Brush is starting to bloom, the trees are sporting lighter leaves, even yellow in some places.

FledgeThe last of this year’s bird babies are rapidly growing and changing.  One set fledged yesterday…to the relief of Sam-Sam.  These little ones were on the back porch light, causing the parents to very aggressive to Boomer, Sam and Terry and I.

bWe even have a few leaves starting to leave the trees.

BrillantNo matter that it is still August…Fall has arrived.

Your friend,

Linda