The Corn was waist-high to me and hip-high to everyone else
Soon it will start shooting tassels! 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Here is a series of things Mom doesn’t know about—Only Mom’s camera knows—I don’t know where Mom’s face goes when the camera is out, but it does leave.
Her face I mean
Whenever I see the camera on Mom’s face, I turn my head. Just Say’n.
“I turn my whole back to Mom,” Mindy stated
As she left the scene.
Sometimes I just leave.
So here we go:
What Mom doesn’t know,
but her camera does—
And, of course,
Mindy and I know
I’ve tripped on these crazy things…they look like snakes
If I could tell Mom…this coyote has a den next to the equipment area…we have GOT to be careful when up there!
The Upper End is home to the family of deer…I like to bay at them
Sometimes they come into my yard at night—I always Hollar when they come in the yard
Mom’s camera seems to always be pointing at birds
Well, that’s it! The First Alfalfa field and the Back Forty are looking good.
Mom and I (and sometimes Mindy) just hanging out (oh, yes and camera face)
When the wind was gentle
The sun blazed the western clouds, as it rose to warm the air
The screaming for FOOD! FOOD! FOOD!
Seemed to lessen
A stillness emerged from the little mud nest right over the back porch light
A group three of the little Barn Swallows raised themselves up; with two lifting their wings and ‘flew away’. The parents singing notes of encouragement and excitement.
All day they practiced. By evening they were gone.
Then there were only two screaming mouths…just two. But two is manageable for a spell.
I’m sure one day the parents will say, in a very gentle way: “Go now, little one…make your way in the world”.
We will wait expectantly for the next batch of little birds to go from egg to fledgling before the summer is gone.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
The Full Buck Moon or the Full Thunder Moon will occur July 19, 2016 (6:56 pm ET).
July…We are experiencing Hot Summer Days and Hot Summer nights. The heat shimmers like deep violet then fades into blue-black immensity
By morning the air has thinned and crisped like distant stars in the sky–a huge relief
And the day begins, the balance of our waking hours filled with the immensity of each minute and hour
Then it is night again. The sky swimming with stars, the silver globe of the moon; illuminating the void
With that sky so immense it boggles my mind, knowing that it covers you AND I.
No wonder people look to the sky when talking to God…that huge expanse so near at hand, yet so far.
Yippee! I’m back! The Skybeam repair guy showed up yesterday, did some of this and some of that got out his ladder, climbed up on the roof….stood up there for some time with his laptop. Made a sort of ‘ho’ sound. Climbed back down, went back to the back of his truck, took a little tiny dish out of the back of his truck, climbed back up on the roof…changed the bigger dish this out for the tiny dish thing and BAM! I had the internet!
In the meantime Terry got the rest of the alfalfa cut, laying it out in rows to dry. Now we wait as the green alfalfa turns into protein rich hay.
Depending on the weather five to six days. Then it will be time to bale and haul the hay. A man called and talked to Terry for some time about coming down and checking out the hay. He is interested in doing his own baling and, of course, will haul it away. In other words he will buy the field ‘as is’. Now that would be nice!
Since today is Good Fences and Gates day over at Teresa’s Place, I thought I would slip in our neighbor’s a mile away from us. Here is how he fenced off his fields (he doesn’t farm, just owns a farm and rents all the land out).
And the gate to his house. (That isn’t his house, its the Gate House….his way back there!)
We did have a small cool down the last three days (just as the Sun Dogs said). We were in the 80’s—it was real nice. Today we are heading back into the low 90’s. 94-95* or so.
Anyway, it’s good to be back. I’m really far behind on comments and visiting everyone.