In an Air of Emptiness —Wednesday, July 20, 2022

In a scene with out human presence

Within the sunlight

And the shadows

There is more happening

That the human mind

Knows about

Or can even understand

Incredulous, wonderful, happenings

Which makes up our world

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


A Wee (But Rather Long) Post About Birds —- Monday, July 20, 2020

Spring is delightful,

It full of growth, new smells, the emerging from the long winter’s sleep

But Summer! Oh! My! Summer!

The songbirds start their day

And mine long before the grey light in the sky turns bright


The Fragrance in the air is spiked with all sorts of scents

Sometimes with a hot wind to carry things before it

The days are long

The Twilight longer

Life is good.

Which reminds me, does anyone know what bird this is?

Or this bird?  Are they one in the same?

From my heart to your world,


The Sky as a Glory —- Thursday, July 20, 2017

Yesterday afternoon a slight cooling rain arrived

The air, the moisture…the whole experience was just lovely.  I sat outside  and watched the shower dampen the earth.

It was bliss.

Later that evening (Wednesday)  around 9:30 an electrical storm arrived on the western rim of our world…Lightning flickered and slashed across the Uncompahgre (Un-come-pah-gray…accent on the pah) Plateau.  Tiny booms of thunder rolled across the forest and into the canyons.

As time wore on, I thought possibly the hammer of this amazing electric storm would continue across the Plateau missing us.

By 11:30 the Crack of thunder had reached the Roubioux Canyon, which lays right below our mesa.

Sheet lightning split the clouds, while cloud to ground jagged lightning splintered the heaping massive clouds.

Thunder and lightening overwhelmed our part of the earth, causing our great trees to tremble in fear. (Boomer and both cats were so close to me I couldn’t walk.  When I went outside to try to take photos they looked at me like I was crazy and stayed inside. 🙂  )

Try as I might I could NOT get a good photo of lightning!  The great sheets of shimmering sheet lightning did not turn out very well either.  The sky to ground lightning (although very bright and overwhelming) turned into a blur on the photo.

Gradually the thunder, the lightening, and what rain there might have been, moved on…heading toward the east.

Leaving all of us a little breathless.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



When the Dark Comes—Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Hot-Summer-NightOur days are growing shorter.

Not so very long ago the little birds woke-up just before 5:00 in the morning.  Now it is much, much closer to 5:30. Depending on the clouds it can even be closer to 5:45.

Look-to-the-skyThe sun sets around 8:35 or so in evening.

Hot-Summer-Night-4Our days are now 14 hours and 33 minutes long,  loosing time every day, bringing on the the night faster and faster.

Fence-and-sunsetI love the twilight, but I guess you know that by now.  I never feel a sense of abandonment or that elemental loneliness that some people feel as night rises from the earth.  What I feel is a soundless singing — a hushed exultation as the earth rests and the nocturnal animals and bugs wake

Passing-ThroughThe trees and plants sigh as they start their rest, while the air cools.   Then moon breaks forth in silver light, and the stars fling wide and wild across a deep velvet sky.

From my world to your heart,





A Space to Fill Forever—Monday, July 20, 2015

On Sunday the work slows down to just the things which must be done

PintosWe changed the water in the pinto bean field (that is our house and barns in the distance)

CheckingAnd changed the water in the smallest corn field.  (Grand Mesa is in the background)Flowing

That is all.

GreenI walked through my yard, watering the pots and deadheading some of the flowers.

It was like walking through a cloud of perfume, in some places.  The low hum of the bees filled the air along with the chirps of the birds.


The peace was strong enough to fill forever.

I am blessed beyond measure.

Your friend,


Heat! But I’m not Complaining! —- Sunday, July 20, 2014

It’s warm here.  We had 102* yesterday afternoon.  The dogs and Terry languished melting into the house;  laying around in the family room while the swamp cooler cooled them down.

I worked at keeping the yard watered then around four o’clock decided I would just have to wait and start all over again as soon as the temps dropped back down to 98* or so.  The heat did pound right into me as I walked here and there moving hoses.  It was hot enough walking made a person feel like they were moving in slow motion.

Red-OrangeThe day had started with huge promise of being hot and it kept it’s promise.

Moving through the growing corn to set water re-confirmed that we WERE in July.  The biting bugs hovered and dug right in for a lush rich drink of  blood as we moved from one spot to another.

Finally we hopped back onto the four-wheelers and drove through the almost to tassel (but not just yet) corn into the wildly green pasture at the very top of the farm…here the mosquitoes and biting gnats gave way to swarms of more hungry bugs…tiny horse flies, deer flies and giant horse flies, no-see-ums, you name it.  But the air was cool and fresh in the pasture so it made the flies seem endurable.

Yesterday, was also Delta’s summer celebration –Deltarado Days.  We only attended the Parade, the Car Show and the Tractor Pull (I sure you knew we would attend those last two…:) )

Sun-settingBy evening and the last change of the irrigation water we had cooled down to a very nice 88*.  The night cooled even further down with dew setting on around four this morning.

Terry is out baling hay right now.  Although he won’t be out there very long because this day is heating up also.

Normally we don’t really work on Sunday…we treat it as a ‘day of rest’, but now and again somethings must be done…baling the hay when all things come together to create the bale is one of those things.

Thank each of you for your continued friendship across the miles.  Having my internet back is sure nice!

Your farm friend,