hard freeze last night | Life on a Colorado Farm

Although the morning temps were way, way below freezing

The Spring sun broke out from storm clouds and lite up the earth in a golden light

The shadows being pushed back; shrinking into the last place of dark comfort by buildings, fences and trees…waiting to rise again to join the coming of night.

The crazy, wild, bone-chilling wind of yesterday has gone the way of a thousand moaning lost souls…

Farm work started back up—the sounds of the day: the thrill of the Western Meadowlark, the chirp of a pair of nesting Robins, and the singing of the Red-Winged Blackbirds adding into the distant hum of the tractor in the field.

These are my sounds of comfort; a chilly, but nice peace floating on the golden light, of the morning sun.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The sky is cloudy and we are cold here today. Terry is turning off the water until we warm up. When he called the ditch rider to let him know the ditch rider said almost everyone, but the onion guys have turned off their water. (This makes more work for the ditch rider — the canals get too full and then run over, that is why the farmers are suppose to call so the canals can be regulated.)

We have one field of field corn planted, two more to go. It’s good we only have the one, if the seed rots in that one, Terry will plant it to pinto beans. It would be best if the seed doesn’t rot, but this cold wet weather is just so iffy.

The 80 mph wind we just had knocked down three huge limbs

from our 90 year old cottonwood tree.

The 80 mph wind we just had knocked down three huge limb. We were very lucky it didn’t hit the house or the chicken house.

The lilac’s and the sweet cherries froze last night. It was 29* when I got up this morning. All I have left in my yard (fruit tree-wise) are the apples. Guess we will see if another killing freeze will get those also.

I do believe I sound rather bummed, sorry. I’ll try to perk these posting up from now on.

Linda