Load by load
Three times a day 
Only taking off two weeks
For Christmas Holiday
Then back we started
Until yesterday
When all we had left were the giant chunks
TADA
The last load!
Set for winter (and maybe next year, only time will tell)
The sky was stunning. A perfect ending to a very big and hard job.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Last fall I was bitten by a Jumping Spider—here is where I blogged about it
Nasty creature.
Anyway, I gradually healed up. Life went on.
Then a new thing occurred…teeth (not just tooth pain) but random floating moving pain and bone pain involving my teeth.
Miserable.
I found it hard to concentrate. Then I found myself only doing what was necessary because of the pain.
I went to the dentist, talked with my medical doctor…had a new filling put in, took Advil, hot packs/cold packs; you name it.
Gradually my mouth felt like it was breaking apart tiny bit by tiny bit.
Finally, it has been decided the pain is a result— a sort of residue, of the ulceration and a weird-like tissue death, from the spider bite.
The whole thing rather caused me to think way too loudly —mainly at night when trying to sleep 🙂
BUT!
At least I know now.
At least I can rest and not have my thoughts gather and disappear down a rabbit hole.
I can go forward into my new normal
Accepting the new creation in my body
Where pain didn’t exist before
It isn’t anything that I can’t live with, now that I understand it
It can’t break me. It is just the new normal.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
For I believe everything….and I do mean everything has a life and a soul and a purpose here on earth
And each and everything has a relationship with us…
Even if we can’t see, feel, or understand the relationship.
So often the human population walks around completely deaf and blind to the complete world surrounding us.
But once we understand that our lives are more
And made up of greater or additional things besides brick and mortar, food and the eating of food, or drink and the entertainment of such
We start to understand that we are all connected to each and every living thing through the essence of ‘ourselves.’
Everything on this earth (and maybe our Universe) are right there at the edges of our dreams
Living complete and mysterious lives so beautiful and wonderful it boggles the mind.
BUT
Once you see and acknowledge the magic of our earth something inside you changes
And you start to receive little gifts…little insights
And promises of a return to that time of innocence
Called youth.
Very humbly from my heart to your world,
Linda
Although it’s nice and warm inside, outside the winter day of a typical January has returned.
Last night we had a skiff of ice transforming our extremely dry land into sharp shards of miniature ice.
A stiff wind is shaking the branches of the Blue Spruce adorning our house and fringes of ice are slightly dripping off our metal roof.
There really wasn’t anything to call snow, but it is a moisture of sorts.
I’m not surprised
While working outside Thursday, we (Terry and I) saw a Sun Dog.
In three days time (the sky prophecy announced) cold weather will descend. Even colder weather than you are experiencing right now.
But what did surprise me…is there were two Sun Dogs in the sky!
That evening (Thursday) as the shadows turned to deep blue, the sinking sun transformed the sky into an amazing burst of light; I could see the snow clouds gathering way over on the Plateau.
By Saturday night (after a beautiful day of sunshine) I could breath cold in the air…colder than normal.
And I hoped some much needed moisture.
We got some, enough to settle the dust in the air, and damped the soil.
That’s better than nothing.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We were going to test the corn again today. By that I mean we would gather three ears of corn from each corn field, keeping them in separate buckets, bring them in and shell the kernels off the cobs into their bucket, then run (each bucket separately) through the corn moisture meter tester. If the moisture content was low enough, Terry would then take the three buckets down to the elevator and have THEM test each bucket. (Remember each bucket represents each field).
It doesn’t NOT matter what your moisture tester says, it only matters what their moisture tester says. They buy and store and sell the corn so they know what they want in their silos. We have our moisture tester set to match theirs, but we are always erring on the side of caution. To combine a huge load of corn and have it turned away would be not be a very good thing.
Anyway, that is what we were GOING to do. But not anymore.
It’s snowing again. Snow is a good thing for January. Something we have prayed for in the past, enjoyed when it was here, and just plain understood, that is winter after all.
Until this year…until this very strange year when the corn doesn’t dry down in a normal way and is harvested by late November and/or early December. This year we are eagerly waiting for the snow to dry off (or fall off) the corn shucks; then we go out and hand check the shucks for dryness. If everything is looking just right we get our buckets set up for the next day…and wake-up to more snow.
So for now we wait. Even if the corn is dry enough, the shucks are not, maybe next week. Only time will tell.
As I was hauling in wood to fill the wood stove this morning, Terry was standing at the back door looking out, “Snow,” he mumbles. ” Well, I guess it is January.” Turning around he headed to his spot on the sofa, feet stretched out toward the wood stove; matching Boomer’s four paws toasting on his side of the wood stove. “I guess we wait some more.”
I guess so.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
