That Brutal World We Live In — Wednesday, July 21, 2021

While out-and-about

I saw a coyote (from a distance) hanging out where the swather had been sitting and where the squirrels were playing.

He/she was sporting the Summer-fur look.


A quick dash off.


I drove the four-wheeler over to the spot, to save the rest of the surry of squirrels, at least for a short while.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


When We Think the World is Silent—Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Just for fun, I put up two, game cameras

These two seem to be hanging out in our yard at night

With two there might be three

This little fox passes by the Butler Bins on a regular bases

Around the corner, he/she runs

That same corner shows another predator ‘come a visiting’

And into our yard, her/she comes


Even Oreo walks freely around the Butler Bins

And in our yard

Morning…they all vanish.

Making those who move about in the daylight….rather glad they don’t move about in the night.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Shadows Peopled by Those We Cannot See—Sunday, July 21, 2019

I was standing in my kitchen ironing yesterday

When a wild wind blew up

It was part of a rainstorm racing along the Uncompahgre Plateau, filling the canyons with droplets of very wet liquid

The storm was rambunctious, but only on the plateau

I continued ironing, watching the storm clouds throwing spears of lightening


When suddenly the back door flew open. I turned quickly thinking I also heard a pick-up drive up

The door opened; banged and I heard “LINDA!” 

“What”, I replied.  Feeling very puzzled.

Twice more the door flew open and twice more I heard my name

Then I realized it was my Dad calling me for the voice then said: “Come here, Linda”. (Or did he say: “I am here, Linda.”?)

I went to the door and then on outside; standing on the back step my heart fluttering in my rib cage

I wasn’t afraid, just eager to see my Dad again.

Just once more.  To actually see him and hold his hand, like I was a tot again.

But, of course, he wasn’t there.  There was only the wind, the yard, and a storm dropping lush moisture on canyon rims.

From my world to your heart,


Our Morning Air was Filled with Angels—Thursday, July 21, 2016


Even if the Devil is loose in the world


Even though time will fade for each of us—


We have the sign of Hope!

I always love seeing Rainbows!

Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,


A Soft Morning–Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Rain It rained during the night, leaving the earth moist and damp with a faint chill of autumn in the air.


Fall is just an illusion, for tomorrow the heat of summer returns, gradually bringing with it triple digit weather—perfect for cutting the alfalfa to make into hay.


But today …. today Terry is cultivating the pinto beans and I am getting closer to finishing painting.  (I have the top of the house done and part of the north side.  All that is left is the large area of east side and a section of the front/north porch.)


A very ordinary day!  But the sheer ordinariness is comforting in and of itself.

Your friend,



Waiting for Hay—Tuesday, July 21, 2014

Baling-HayWe have one field done.

OutAnother to go.

The gentleman who called and said he wanted to come down on Friday (of last week) to check out the hay for purchase right in the field.

Never showed up.  Hay doesn’t wait.  It gets dry to one point and then starts to become crispy sticks…no hay anymore.

Some people just don’t do what they say they will do. Oh, well, life goes on and so do we.  🙂

So we had to go ahead and bale hay.  We hauled one field last night.  Then probably on Wednesday Terry will get the other field baled so we can haul that evening.


Busy, busy!

Your farm friend,


Late but at Least I Made it—Monday, July 21, 2014

Sun-rise-1We had to leave the house early today (although we always get up early —there is water to change and other things to get done).  I didn’t have a chance to post my daily post.

We (Terry and I) had been invited to Paonia, Colorado,  to see a large Solar Training Facility .  We were to be there early.  Since Paonia is an hour away from us we had to keep moving  or be late.


It was a fascinating experience.  There is so much to learn about Solar and all the different types of solar panels.

Now we are back…and I’m getting caught up with my day!

Your friend