Meanwhile— in between meeting up with Carolyn and Wayne and coming back to the farm
The alflafa
was ready to cut
Thanks to hot (HOT), dry, windy weather, the hay was ready to bale in the early morning light.
Back from Ouray, we started stacking it.
I put the ad out on Facebook Marketplace —and the first bales have left for new homes.
Word of the day—Pluviophile (n): a person who finds calm, happiness, and peace of mind in the rain.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s been a whirlwind this past week. We listed the hay for sale Sunday (last week) and sold every single last flake and straw by Wednesday afternoon!
Exhausting and exciting all at once. (I’m sure you could tell I had my blog posts all messed up; my days and times all blending together!)
WE ARE DONE!
WHEW!
Thanks to everyone who came and purchased!
“Surely it is in the everyday things around us that the beauty of life lies.”—Laura Ingalls Wilder
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We are stacking as fast as we can
And it’s leaving just as fast!
YAY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We are on the second field
and it is the largest.
All Alfalfa—1,000 bales give or take.
Two more fields to go.
Rain, rain go away.
I am thankful you care about our area but go around us, please.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
First cutting of the Second Field
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Every last bale of the first field was loaded up and hauled out
Just before the clock stuck 9:00 p.m.
Two trucks, two trailers; all the hay gone to new homes!
YAY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Yep,
Off he went,
Right after the water was set in the morning
Two days in a row
One field down…two to go!
HAYING SEASON HAS BEGUN!
🙂 🙂 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
In between rainstorms and hissing wind
The second cutting of the second alfalfa field
Is stacked and heading to other homes
It can rain all it wants to now. And the rain will be greatly appreciated.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Chapter Six
While Mom and Dad were out in the second hayfield
trying to beat the
rainstorm heading our way—
I decided
to let myself out of the house
When out of nowhere
LOKI showed up!
“Hey, Boomer! Let’s go do something!”
Oh, my goodness, I thought to myself, Loki-Ta-Moki—Mindy Cat better hide
“HIDE MINDY!” I bayed
As soon as I bayed Loki decided to go FIND Mindy….
Ears up, tail wagging…
paws in FAST MOTION…Loki took off right to Mindy’s favorite spot to hang out.
Whew…No Mindy.
“Hey, Lok! Slow down. Let’s check for news and see what has been happening around here.”
I put my nose to the ground and started sniffing—
“Squirrel, Loki, Mom’s squirrel she has been feeding, came through.”
‘O! Lok—SKUNK!!! We’ve got to be careful. Either one of us gets sprayed it’s sleeping in the shed tonight.”
Loki just bounced around, running here there and everywhere.
“Just give me the good stuff, Boomer, something that runs fast and will get away from me. Ya know. I don’t want to catch anything…I just want to CHASE! Like RUN FAST!
Humm, I muttered –“Oh, Loki!–-FOX!”
“FOX!?” Loki stopped his prancing and dancing around. “WHERE? WHERE!” Tell me, Boomer…POINT THE WAY!”
“Huh, I think he headed to the Upper End, Loki.”
“UPPER END! SEE YA, BOOMER!”
Loki yelled as he sped around the junk pile
Geez, I wonder if I got that dog lost. Man, will the little kids be upset!
Sigh.
Oh, well…time for a nap.
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Later that day…
just around evening I heard lots of chatter and the patter of feet.
Out the door, I went.
There was Kya, Black Dog, and LOKI!
Loki said he had a blast at the Upper End. He didn’t see the fox or anything really…he just ran and ran and ran.
I led the way to the Back Door,
Where we all milled around until Mom came out with treats for ALL OF US!!
YAY!
Then Mom and I walked with my sister, all the dogs, and my little human niece, Tally, half-way back to the other side of the farm, where they were staying for the summer.
This month (March 18th to be exact) I have been blogging eleven years.
I have shared our simple, busy, farm life with you. I have shared my excitement over the fresh green shoots of new grass growing, or the tiny little plants of corn or pinto beans, today I’m showing you the sprouts of alfalfa just starting to arrive in the alfalfa field.
For eleven years you have watch the soul of each and every season—the opening of the land, the growing season, harvest…and the rest– called winter.
You have been with Terry and I as we built and repaired fences, or as in yesterday—took one clear out so we could have a larger field.
You’ve been with me through the joys and wonders of the wild life upon our farm—the last of the Sand Hill Cranes left our farm yesterday—lifting up into the sky with thrilling calls telling us THANK You….we will come again. And I stood there and called back to them….PLEASE DO! You are always welcome.
Coming back into the yard I saw three Robins….Spring is truly here for sure!
You’ve shared night-time walks with me (this is the moon right now…2:00 a.m)
And that amazing sky we live under.
Thank you each and everyone so much for coming along with me, for leaving me your comments so I can get to know you also, and for being readers, even if you don’t leave comments.
Thank you for making my eleven years of blogging so very rewarding.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
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