I Know It is a Tad Strange—Wednesday, January 18, 2023

One thing I truly enjoy doing is

Sorting, stacking and creating with firewood.

It is a satisfying feeling that not even a rough wind can knock over my stacks (and I have many stacks)

They are all composed according to size. Perfect for whatever I think I need in the firebox!

Such a bright, scintillating, [sparkling and shiny] feeling this gives me!


I know. It’s unusual, but it does make me feel good.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


An Explosion of Bubbling Joy — Tuesday, January 18, 2022

It seems we are always doing something—-always

Even though we are in that cold of January Terry has decided to re-roof the tractor shed, and hang a new garage door—(the wind blew in all the corn leaves, so we had to clean all that up before we could begin.)

Our days start early (as always) and

End at sunset.¬† The days are long, but not as long as a summer day. ūüôā

Suddenly, Terry backed the corvette out and said…we need a treat!

He was right.

We did need a break; play is good for the soul.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Photos of Birds, Some Good Photos and Some Not so Good —- Monday, January 18, 2021

The big birds landing in the field

The golden sun shining beautifully on feathers

The air full of delight

Starling landing






On a wire

For some reason, I haven’t been able to get very good photos of the birds this winter.¬† Still, I thought to share with you the good and the now so good photos.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Yesterday’s Eve—Thursday, January 18, 2018

After doing ‘not much’ all day yesterday I decided I had better get to moving and bring the firewood in for the night.

But on my way to the wood pile I felt the tiredness starting to lift from my body, mind and soul

¬†The air was still, the sky blue, and the sun just starting to set.¬†¬†I had waited a tad long to ‘get busy’ you see.

I’m glad I did.

The golden light brightened the frigid air; highlighting the brown and dormant plant life in my yard.

Putting the empty wheelbarrow down Boomer and took off for a wee walk…letting the cold brighten my skin, the fresh air stripped away the warmth of the house, the tiredness which enveloped me from the start of the day until…

I went out for the nights wood supply.

Boomer and I walked a quarter of a mile, not very far, but enough — breathing in the last of the bright blue day, breathing in the gold and rose quarts glow of the coming night.¬† The farm was beautiful in the lavender glow of the twilight sky.

Walking back toward the house the Paonia Mountains picked up that amazing color, the one which makes me feel like I’m looking at the world through rose-colored glasses.

As the day lost it’s hold upon the land, the air picked up into a faint little breeze

And the last dramatic rays of light filled everything and everyone with flush of prefect color called perfection!

From my world to your heart,





Dancing in Shadows—-Wednesday, January 18, 2017


We had sun for awhile yesterday! And the temperature rose enough to dry up some of the mud.


The heavy clouds cleared and the moon unfurled itself over the farm— lighting Boomer’s and my path with silent silver mysterious and wild moonbeams. ¬†Like the flutter of an angel’s wing.

Today the sun rose in an almost clear sky!

moon-beamsThe late setting moon drifted fast toward the west making the moonlight pulse rather than flicker, in the soft yellow sunbeams, which fell all around the sun-starved earth. Giving the air, the sleeping trees and plants and the drying earth a glow even an angel would enjoy.


So off I am to work in the woodpile—there are logs which need splitting, kenneling to split and gather, plus a few other tasks I couldn’t do because of the mud. ¬†Terry is working on getting the snowmachines ready to take to mountains.

boomie-looking-for-newsAs for Boomer…he can look for news!

From my world to your heart!


SURPRISE—Sunday, January 18, 2015

EFriday night, late….late…late we heard the alarm on the very long lane leading from the main road to our house.

Ding! ¬†It didn’t last long so we didn’t get up to see what or who was coming down the drive-way. ¬†Over the years we have learned that hunting cats, night birds, neighbor dogs and grazing deer will set the “Company’s Coming” alarm off.

Terry stayed right in his lazy-boy watching TV, Boomer only raised his head and went right back to sleep, Monkey and Sam didn’t even stir. ¬†I thought about going to see what set off the alarm, but decided the book I was reading was more interesting.

A few minutes later Boomer rose up with a happy yip and big tail wags just as the back door opened and a little voice called: “GRANDPA! ¬†GRAMMY! ¬†Are you asleep”? ¬†Terry, myself, and Boomer all rushed into the kitchen, while the two cats scrabbled to hide under the bed.

By the time we got to the kitchen the youngest grandchild was flinging off her coat and kicking off her boots. ¬†Then Blade was inside…carrying the huge duffel bag stuffed with overnight clothes and next day clothes for he, his two sisters and his Mom.

By this time Tally had jumped¬†into her grandpa’s arms and Linky was pushing herself through the back door; past Blade to give me a HUGE HUG!!!

Then Blade grabbed Grandpa, Tally, Linkin and myself– giving us all a giant hug!

“What is this all about?” Grandpa asked.

Mom-mom was now in the door looking exhausted and wore-out, but wearing a very pleased smile….”Happy Birthday, Mom!”

“YES! ¬†HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GRAMMY!” those precious voices chimed in.

What a special and very much unexpected surprise!

“Just over-night”,, Mom-mom warned…we must get back to Craig (Colorado) by six on Saturday since we have an important function to attend.

Saturday morning flew by and it was suddenly time for lunch. ¬†They wanted to take us out for a late-birthday celebration so down to Pizza Hut we drove—taking the new by-pass which ends right across from Pizza Hut.


Suddenly¬†….the party was over—waving good-bye we watched their van enter the traffic on main street and speed away toward Grand Junction. ¬†Knowing they had a three-hour drive from here…first to Grand Junction, then to Rifle, after that Meeker, and finally home at Craig.

Gosh, that was nice!

Your friend on a farm in Western Colorado,