The Adventures of TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Farm Life Series Chapter 7, The Second Season, Spring, Farm Work, Friday, February 4, 2020

First…yes, each and every time…first is Dad getting one of the tractors out and hooking it up to something.  More than likely to the disk.

Then he uses the disk, after which he will plow, then roll, then level, then mark out.

Yep…each and every day in each and every field Dad will do this.

ALL except to the alfalfa field.  That requires something different.

In-between all that ‘tractor work’ Dad will figure out something he wants to do BEFORE everything gets too busy.

There will be — hauling stuff to the dump,

or hauling a load to the metal buying place, or maybe even finishing up something he started in the winter.

Spring gets to be B.U.S.Y!

In the meantime, when Mom isn’t helping Dad do something, Mom is getting her yard ready for Spring.  This means, raking EVERYTHING, spading up the ground where she wants to plant something new,

plus keeping on hauling in wood.

Because, You See, March is still COLD!

Which works for me!

Because I LOVE the COLD!

Just Say’n.

TLC Cai-Cai


In the Bright Early Morning — Sunday, March, 7, 2021

Among the wittering and chittering and chirping

Driving into the glow of the sun

Shadows streaming behind, or beside, or in front

Tending to the land on a daily basis has begun.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Moving Along in a Orderly Fashion—Thursday, May 7, 2020

In the early morning light —first thing first is the changing of the irrigation water

The last field of corn Terry finished Mormon creasing….(knocking down the dirt over the tops of the little seeds trying to push their way through the soil)

Since the first field has popped up it won’t be long before this field is covered with little green baby corn

In just two or three days’ time!  Isn’t nature amazing?

Everything planted now but one field.  Just one. And that one will be after the first cutting of hay

Step-by-step the hours’ pass

Moving out of late winter, (when nothing seems to happen and life can be a tedious routine) on we go into early spring; one task leading into another task, now we are in the middle of Spring

With irrigation the constant motion of farm, crops and for the farmer(s) 🙂

Forward into each day–all steps ordered, giving a lightness and freedom to each of us

Perhaps, God—yours and mine and all of ours—whispering loudly for all to hear

Life is Good, Sing Loudly to the Heavens so all can hear!

From my heart to your world,


A Newspaper Article by a Wonderful Friend—-Sunday, June 2, 2019

Terry is enlarging the  pasture

Working at it steady so the grass will grow big and strong and healthy before the heat of the summer arrives

The other four pastures are really looking rich and green…Terry says it really nice to have the time and the energy to work on some of the other parts of the farm.

Which brings me to this post I’ve wanted to do for a little spell.

Our cows back in the day

A long time blog friend writes for the local paper in her New York area, the Amsterdam Recorder, she took a wee trip and wrote about it for all her readers to enjoy.  I asked her if I could reprint a  bit of it for my farming blog and she said yes.

The grandchildren watching the cows being moved years and years ago

“And speaking of being, as opposed to seeing, green, we encountered evidence of recent hot “green” issues along the way. While waging our own battles on the leg of the trip south through Pennsylvania, dodging potholes with varied success, and heaping language not befitting ladies and gentlemen upon some of the drivers with whom we narrowly avoided close encounters of the crashing kind, I noticed something interesting.

While all of America frets and stews about flatulence from cattle, most of which live in the relatively clean, green, rural countryside, a little air freshening around urban backdoors might be in order.

As we wound down the mountains of the Keystone State, sometimes mistaking the potholes on 81 for valleys, the actual valleys were filled wall-to-wall with cities; houses, factories, malls and parking lots.

And every single one of them was shadowed under its own smoggy mantle of flatulence. The kind that emanates from cars and trucks and heating systems and all the things associated with large collections of people. I have never seen a miasma such as that over a barn, pasture or even the most crowded of feedlots.

Alas, because there aren’t many farmers left, the people who eat what they grow and who wear the products of those cotton fields, don’t understand them anymore. They blame them for something they are.”

Marianne Friers,

Northview Dairy

Amsterdam Recorder

Our cows out on the pasture on the Back Forty,

I know that each and every one of you, gentle readers, are not the people who condemn farmers or farming as a way of life, but huge supporters, for often times I get emails saying “Thank a Farmer”.

Our cows coming in for breakfast years and years ago

But for those who are new to my blog, or new to anyone’s blog about farming…I thought what Marianne wrote was well said.  Often times it’s the very thing we are condemning others for, which we are (also) guilty.

So too not preach or make anyone uncomfortable I leave you now.

From my humble heart to your world,


The Demands of Each Day—Sunday, October 21, 2018

There is still much to do, farm work does not stop just because it’s Autumn

It actually speeds up for this season is the accumulation of winter, spring, and summer

It’s a good time, though.  It’s the time of Harvest where the demands of the day increase.

(I just bought myself a new work coat…well, actually I got TWO new work coats…looking at this one, it was time 🙂 )

The corn harvest is getting very close.  We were thinking we would start Monday, but not quite yet.

The moisture content of the kernels is 15.5%  —as soon as we hit 15% the combine will head into the field, the big grain truck will follow it and there we will be…

in the harvest.

These late Fall days, cool and growing short, deplete our energy, but the work nourishes us.

Winter nears—the leaves are falling like yellow flecks of light on the tired ground.

Everything and everyone is singing the song of Fall.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-My Job

Besides going out with Mom

Helping Dad change the water

I have a really big job!

It’s to keep the farm safe!


I have much to do—those crazy raccoons are so brave they walk RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY DOG HOUSE!  I know because they always leave a little poop behind.

That’s why I’ve taken to sleeping outside…MY CHOICE!

Mom brings me inside, but … well, you know … there are critters outside!

I chase off the

  • raccoons…they run zipping and playing, with me right behind them
  • I protect the corn!
  • Chase the fox—he is pretty fun to chase
  • Make the squirrels scatter
  • Go for walks with Mom

The deer have been pretty hard on the corn.

You see they eat the silk…

the silk is what feeds the little kernels of corn so they will fatten up and become


It’s been pretty hard work this year, but so far I’ve been able to do it.

I am feeling well again.

Mom says that is a very good thing!

I agree!






Each and Every Day –Thursday, April 13, 2017

We went through a long spell of chilled nights last week, resulting in the thinning out of the pears and possibly the prunes and plums.  Which is alright, as fruit must be thinned to produce large sized fruit.

But the last two evenings and days seem to have moved into a much nicer contrast of warmer temperatures.

We are gradually getting the corn ground wet—Terry wet plants.  What that means is he waters everything up first….wet clear through—called subbed over.  Then the ground sets for a few days drying out. After it reaches a certain point in dryness he will go in with the planter and plant the corn.

While that field dries out we move the water to another field.  The water flows non-stop until harvest now.  This field, that field, always moving and changing.  (Just so you know the water is never wasted, it flows back into the canal to be taken out by the farm just below us…repeated for several more times until it reaches the Gunnison River.  Just has it has been repeated to get to our farm.)

Where the water merges with the Gunnison RIver.  The Gunnison river then flows on down to Grand Junction, Colorado, where it meets the great Colorado River then flows on to California.

The early mornings and the last of the day—evening—are still cool enough we wear jackets…the daytime warming up to summer time temps.

All the time, day after day…the work steadily progresses.

But throughout each moment there is amazing beauty…from early morning sun,

to the calmly arriving night; reinforcing Terry’s and my joy of living on the land.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-I Always Help

COMINGI always help!  Every day with everything Mom and Dad do.

I mostly help Mom.  But we always help Dad!


Well almost always…there are some things Mom and I don’t do.


We help change the water.  Dad always rolls up the dams, because they are tricky.

Mom doesn’t like the dirt ditch, but Dad says he does.  Mom likes the cement ditch the best.

Neither Mom nor Dad like the gated pipe; syphon ditches are their favorites.


Right now we are helping Dad fix the erosion at our head gate.


Mom works with Dad…




I rest in the back of the truck!



Plowing Has Begun


A beautiful spring day was Saturday, so warm and pretty Terry started plowing.  The old hay field is turning into churned dark earth, ready for a new crop.  Terry says he will probably plant corn here. 


During the night we had rain and snow making it horrible for a newly plowed field. The freshly turned earth is now a sponge, which will have to ‘dry out’ before more work can be done.