For two days and two nights we got to have our youngest granddaughter.
She is amazing help.
She goes with us braving the mosquitoes and deer fly, plus those nasty biting little horse flies.
Taking her little red shovel— helping move the water down the rows– making that big warm farmer’s heart in her grandpa swell with pride.
Jumping carefully over the just sprouting pinto beans, we hear her laughing delightedly.
Then just before the dark closes in completely she and grandpa would go for a fast, breath-catching four-wheeler ride, me following along behind….way behind so Boomer and I didn’t eat dust. Clear to the Rocky Point, then home again.
Today we are back to just ‘ourselves’ and our normal routines.
For a little while, we were young once more filling our days with work and play that only a 9 year can bring.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,