In the Good Old Summer Time | Life on a Colorado Farm

I was asked yesterday if all the photos were from my yard—yes they are. I love pink flowers for late spring, then my colors move into a riot of reds and hot pink with splashes of yellow. Yellow and oranges with touches of blue carry me through until frost. ( My Spring colors are blue with pale pink.)

The only thing I don’t grow in my yard are cactus…we have plenty on the Cactus hill. The pink cactus are just about finished blooming, then the yellow will appear.

The yellow is the last to bloom. After blooming the cactus will set fruit. If I were really industrious I would pick the fruit and make cactus jelly. But that isn’t going to happen.

I make sure my photos are current to the day…meaning, I take my photos the day before, then post them the next day.

Also, Salli mentioned that I gave her and ear worm yesterday with my post about the Good Old Summertime …I was glad to share that particular ear worm! I had it running throughout my head for two days!!! 🙂 🙂

When out and about around 5:30 this morning taking some more photos, I developed another ear worm. Paul Simon’s –Kodachrome (While others of my age dancing their way through the Beach Boys, I was immersed in Simon and Garfunkel.)

My paternal Grandmother even liked them with me. Her favorite was a Bridge Over Trouble Waters. She would often times be humming this song as she went about her daily work cleaning the house or tending her rose garden.

Kodachrome is running rampant through my thoughts…I guess because I am really enjoying this day of digital cameras…no more taking a photo and waiting for the film to be processed.

Cameras have always been a part of my life, I was given my first one at 10…from that point on I was hooked. Capturing the spirit of the day!

Off I must go from this pleasant activity of visiting with you, my friends, from around the world, to the mundane things of every day living. Today I must wash windows and screens (again). Washing windows has become extremely taxing on my shoulder and elbow, but my eyes feast upon the outdoors. Looking through sparkling glass is delightful!

Your Farm Friend,

Linda

My Mother and my Mother’s family were always a musical group. Momma didn’t really play the piano, she more or less played at the piano, her Aunt Lois Did Play and very well. (She was a music teacher for an Idaho school system all her working life), my grandfather played the guitar, his brother played the fiddle, Momma’s Uncle Henry played the Cornet, and my brother played (and still plays the guitar).

My point to all of this is we grew up with music in our every day lives—and we grew up with a radio playing songs. (And we all sang with them…even off key!)

This morning is beautiful here! A perfect song of a day. (Suddenly) thinking about the day I remembered an old song In the Good Old Summer Time… Momma would sometimes sing this to my brother and I as we made our beds in the morning, or if we were walking down to our Grandparents in the evening.