Letting in Insects and Sunshine—Monday, September 10, 2018

Good Morning!

After taking off Sunday—we always try to keep Sunday free of un-necessary work

We began again on the pinto bean field.  Because of the nature of dried pinto beans, we can’t start work until around 2:00 in the afternoon–and then will work until the light holds no longer.  (although there are lights on the combine, by that time of day we are tired.)

Mornings are not lazy nor are they particularly drifting

They are full of all sorts of tasks and projects which must be done by lunch. Then there are those things which also must be accomplished in a most ordinary fashion in a daily basis

By two o’clock in the blazing magical light of the afternoon sun, we set back out for the pinto bean field

Once more until it is time to stop-grab a quick supper, continue on…then gather ourselves into the last push of changing the water before dark

Working together in a companionly way

Until we stop for the night.

Harvest…a lovely satisfaction.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

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Hello Sun in My Face—-Sunday, August 12, 2018

 “Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields…Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.” ― Mary Oliver

Even though there is lots of work still to be done

And we are in the middle of third cutting of hay

With hay customers coming on a regular basis

We took a day off and went on a fun

Road trip

Breaks…so necessary

And a whole lot of fun!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Silvering the Land—-Sunday, June 24, 2018

The almost full moon was lovely last night.  Casting silver light everywhere

After we went for a wee ride

Sat the last tube in the furrow, we went in for the short summer rest, which seems to occur this time of year.

Later, much later, feeling restless Boomer, Mindy and I went for a short walk.  I don’t like to travel too far when I have the cat trailing behind, or bouncing ahead, or running and hiding in the corn stalks.

It was a good thing I was still close to home just by the hay stackyard, when instinct, that voice of God, which we often ignore

Said, ”shhhhhhh.  Stop, go back, hurry, grab the cat, and get over next to the barn.”

Which I listened to and followed exactly to the letter.

The light from the moon shining brightly on a lone coyote rushing through the shadows which haunt the darkness.

We headed back carefully…through the old corrals, cat in arms, Boomer at my feet, until safe in the farmyard, where we all went into the house for a short summer nap.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

If Life Gives you Lemons—-Thursday, June 14, 2018

“If Life gives you lemons, make some kind of fruity juice.”–Conan O’Brien

We finished the first set of water just as the morning sun broke forth torching the sky’s edge with brilliant color.

Terry’s foot is doing ever so much better.  Although, by nighttime, he says it still pains him; sleeping can be rough.

Still, each day is an improvement.

So being a tad tired of work, he decided we needed to take a ride.

Loading up we headed to Grand Mesa…the largest flat top mountain in the world.…the old-timers used to say.

When I was a tween my family spent all summer up here.  I used to think that the old gods lived here.  The Gods of the Indians, for this, was the Utes hunting ground. I would tell myself the Gods of the Indians were here; having been driven back into these high valleys, green places, and lush forests onto of the world. I would walk along paths deep within the forest and sing to those old Gods.

We roared along the highways, gazing out onto blue lands, trees full and lush, the cool air suffused with an azure light which glinted off the lakes.

We dove over the top, into Grand Junction then home again.  The little rest refreshed our eyes, our minds, and our bodies.

The work still there, waiting, only now…it lifted us up once more, lending satisfaction to our day.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Day Filled with Wonder—-Wednesday, June 6, 2018

There is always something to see

Something new to discover, just there…or over here…or right before our eyes

Some wonderful thing reflected back to us in the light

 

Color reflected on to our iris’; showing the world as new.

We are lucky, you and I, for having the gift of this amazing world we call earth.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Bright Days—Sunday, June 3, 2018

We’ve planted another alfalfa field.  That will make two fields in our place.  Alfalfa lasts anywhere from three to five years, so the initial cost of buying gold (:) ) pays for itself over time.

We’ve been very hot and very dry here.  I am thinking some of you might have learned about the huge fire at Durango, Colorado. 

Durango, Colorado is about 2 1/2 hours from us.  Over the

San Juan Mountain Range.  Just to the south of us.

Fire is so scary.  And we are so dry.  Although, there is the talk of 50% chance of rain coming in today, which should help.

Today, Terry and I are ‘taking it easy’.  It’s been a hard week, with lots of push and pull and pressure to get the hay sold and loaded and on its way to its new home to feed animals.

Don’t take me wrong.  The selling of the hay (within 24 hours) was amazing and wonderful, and a huge blessing.

Plus I have a waiting list of 10 people who want some of the second cutting of hay and to be put on the list for third.  Many of those people have called back saying it’s some of the best hay they have ever had.  (That’s always nice to hear.  Makes the hard work worthwhile.  So it’s not just the money, but the satisfaction of a product done right!)

And it was our first paycheck for the year!  🙂  Which is always a very good thing.  Spring is such an expensive time, with so much money going out, that the money coming in from the hay sales is very welcome.

We will have two more cuttings of alfalfa this year.  Normally Terry doesn’t cut the new field allowing it to grow and go into the winter to feed the cows which winter here on the farm.  But hay is very short here so he may cut the new field.  Only time will tell.

So, today, we have a wee slow down.  Just the maintenance of the irrigation water, the few things I want to do in the house, and rest.  Being in your 70’s having a wee day of maintaining the status quo is a rather nice thing.

I hope you have a perfect Sunday!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Sounds Echo —- Monday, May 21, 2018

The sound of the tractor adds to the un-silence of the land.

Terry planted the pinto beans five days ago, and today he is Mormon Creasing the field.  By that he is taking taking the top off the row and smoothing out the top of the row so the little plants can work their way through a smaller amount of soil.

He also planted a new alfalfa field, which will make us two fields of alfalfa.  Although, the new field won’t be ready until next year.  There will be a possible cutting in September, but sometimes he doesn’t cut it; allowing the cows to graze it off instead.

This makes the whole farm in production. Finally.  Everything is some form of growth or another.

The irrigation water sparkles and splashing it’s way down each furrow cool and free.

Tomorrow or Wednesday (depending on the weather) it will be time to cut the alfalfa

next to our house.  Then the air will be scented with green alfalfa drying into lovely hay.

I will leave all the windows open in the house so the perfume fills our rooms and scents our sleep.

Busy times,

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

In Need of a Wee Break—-Tuesday, April 10, 2018

In need of a wee break, Terry and I decided to head up to Ouray and relax for a couple of hours in that marvelous hot spring pool.

We changed the water in the dazzling rays of early morning

Then headed up to where the snow still veiled the mountains, and wind ruffled freezing fingers into your hair.

Once in the water all the cares and worries died to a murmur, while others in the pool laughed softly among themselves.

The snow laid heavily on the amazing peaks…sometime reflecting into millions of diamonds.  Once in awhile we could see rock climbers braving the face on the rugged cliffs, warmed by the afternoon sun.

Back home we came, just in time for sunset and the last change of water.

Rested…

And ready to continue our daily lives on a western Colorado farm,

Your friend,

Linda

What We Have Been Doing—-Tuesday, August 29, 2017

We have now reached a time when we are up WAY before the sun

“Stuff’ starts happening,

just as soon as the first set of water takes place, as the sun peaks over the horizon spreading sunshine like a veil on the night cooled land.

All loaded out hay goes out early before the sharp, brilliant heat bakes into the land

Then the work begins.

Terry and I work on

hanging steel for the walls

of the new building

Of course you do realize it’s mostly Terry that does most the work…although, he assures me he couldn’t get it done if I didn’t help 🙂

 Then when the heat is a silent, stabbing pain I work on painting the trim on the house

That way I can move around in the shade! 🙂 I still have the upstairs and the west side and half of the east side and I will be DONE!

Then as the coming dusk fills the sky and the earth (it’s coming earlier now)

 

It’s time for another set of water

The slice of Moon lighting the sky,

on the very last run to change water, around 10:00 p.m.

This is what we’ve been doing on these early fall days. 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

The Feeling of a Mountain—Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Today I am counting my blessings:

The first cutting of hay has been cut, dried, baled and stacked.

(And at the time of this writing, several loads of have been sold–loaded up and gone to new homes)

The biggest blessing is the fact Terry had to have an emergency appendix operation Sunday morning—shortly before noon, but is doing much better today.

Thankfully Saturday night we had turned the water back into the canal so I haven’t had to worry with changing and setting of the water.

Our children, near and far, came to see their Dad and to help us while Terry was in the hospital— it made the loading of the sold hay go ever so much easier, than if I had to do it by myself.

They have all gone home now, but the several days Terry was in the hospital I was there with him.  That left the kids to pick up our slack plus do their own work also.

What a huge relief!

In the midst of all this, I found another small heart!

It might be a mountain right now, but I know —————   somehow we will get the cultivation of the corn done and we will get the pinto beans planted.

I can do the irrigation…that isn’t even an concern.

The others things will sort themselves out as we proceed forward.

 

It will just take us (Terry and I) to take it one step at a time…that is really the only way to walk up, across and down and mountain.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda