My Nighttime Dreams—Thursday, July 30 2020

Sometimes sleeping at night is hard

Not only not being able to sleep

But sleeping and dreaming with ‘bad’ dreams

Other times, it’s like I am walking with those who have passed before me

Those marvelous people of my past life

My parents and grandparents

My beautiful and marvelous sister-of-my-heart, Dixie

Haunting dreams

Causing me to wake; to feel fragile and uncertain

Most often I wake and can’t remember my dreams

I just know I dreamed,

Not all dreams are scary, threatening, or nostalgic

They are comforting and familiar

Warm and protective

Those are hard to recall, also.

So, I have decided those dreams,

Those glowing, comforting misty dreams

Which [the feeling] tends to stay with me all through the day

Are sent to me [us] from our dead family and friends

To protect us

And those still with us on the earth

Connecting with us through our dreams.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

In Time for the Destiny of Winter — Tuesday, July 30, 2019

“Embrace and love your body.  It is the most amazing thing you will ever own.”  Author Unknown

We started hauling our winter’s heat yesterday.

We only got one and a half cords.  4 and 1/2 to go.

Today I rest.

Well, not rest, exactly, but I will do other things: like weed, iron, and water— light work.

I need to wash windows, but it just isn’t going to happen anytime soon.

I also need to paint the inside and outside of the house.  I’ve needed to do this since March.

Maybe in August.  Maybe.

I will just have to wait and see.  The firewood must come first.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

In a Sudden Stillness —- Monday, July 30, 2018

My delightful blog friend who lives in Burgandy, France in the Summertime, and Milan, Italy the rest of the time sent me this lovely

Rainbow! 🙂

“Hi, Linda,

We were waiting for rain but the storm clouds passed us by with a couple harmless rumbles and then this.

x Charlotte”

Aww, the beauty of a French rainbow!

Thank you, Charlotte!

Saturday afternoon the wind arrived…it blows daily, for some reason this year.  Has blown every day since March.

But coming with this wind was a RAINSTORM!!  Enough to actually leave us puddles

Everything dried up quickly, but for a short while…moisture.

The rain chutes as the sun was setting were stunning.

Saturday evening was very nice!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

 

Crop Report—Wednesday, July 30, 2014

StackedSecond cutting of hay is stacked and some is sold.  Terry is delivering 60 bales to Delta Elevator as I write this. One more cutting and we are done for the year.  Golly, summer is flying by.

Grown-ShutThe pinto beans have grown shut!  See that corn stalk!   Grrr!  Corn is NOT good in pinto beans.  Corn kernels and pinto beans are the same size so they go through the combine together and make a TARE on the pinto beans.  Meaning the beanery has to sort the corn out, which they dock the farmer for the time and labor to do so.  I am going to have to figure out how to get out there and get that stalk before harvest!!!!  And NOT smash or harm the pinto bean plants in any way.  😦

Setting-podsThe pinto bean plants are now setting pods and the ‘new crop’ of seeds starting grow in the pod.  You can see the seeds developing.

Ears-of-corn

The field corn is starting to grow kernels.  The brownish/red silks are showing that the little hairs have been pollinated and the cob is starting to grow the seed.  (We eat the seed in some form…ground up for corn meal, boiled on the table, or for animal feed).  The white silk shows that the ear has not been pollinated yet.  As the wind, or birds, or animals move through the corn the pollen from the tassels will float down and pollinate the silks.  Then we wait for the kernels to grow and swell and develop.Our-sweet-cornWe have one row of sweet corn along side the field corn.  Sweet corn is shorter than field corn.  I picked 2 ripe ears of sweet corn yesterday and we had them for lunch.  Yummm!
The raccoons and the deer and the skunks like the sweet corn also.  😦  I try to watch my crop closely to grab what I can before they get it.   Most the time they beat me.

We heard that there were bears in one of the commercial sweet corn fields two nights ago.  Bears think sweet corn is yummy.  I hope they don’t come down here..I only have the one row …..

Our rain has moved on, although, they are saying there is the possibly of thunderstorms this afternoon.  Still the day is fresh and lovely.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

July 30, 2013 A Story to Share With You

The Story of OLD TWO TOES

by Jim Wetzel

Grand Mesa was a primary recreation destination for our early pioneers, and has remained so through the years. Many Delta citizens had a get-a-way cabin somewhere on the mesa, and, though it might take a day to get there, they would spend days and weeks enjoying the fishing and hunting while there. The Grand Mesa area had been a prime source of food (hunting) when the Ute Indians were still in this area before 1881.No hunting story was repeated in Delta more than the story of “Old Two Toes, or sometimes referred to as “Old Club Foot.”

 

E. M. Getts

Old Two Toes is pictured with E.M. Getts in front of his store on Main Street.

For more than a decade, a large bear had been seen on occasion on Grand Mesa, and it was long suspected of killing many cattle over the years. In 1890, the bear was caught in a trap, and lost three toes on his right foot in the adventure when he escaped from the trap. From then on, he was identified as “Old Two Toes”, and he was easily identified by his tracks around slain and partially eaten cattle. He preferred his meat “fresh”, and would not go back to a previous kill. Angered cattlemen put up a $500 bounty for the removal of “Old Two Toes.”

In late October, 1902, a small hunting party happened to be on Grand Mesa, and 61 year old Franklin Manges, a novice hunter, decided to tag along. Manges decided to stay in their camp as the others went looking for game. After a while, Franklin took his Winchester .30-30 and left camp for a look around, thinking he might scare up a deer for sport.

As he was walking along, he heard a loud “woof” behind him, and looking around, saw an immense bear approaching him. Standing perfectly still, the bear left him alone, but when it was about 60 feet away, Manges fired and wounded it, and it ran off. He tracked the bear for several miles, and as he was crossing a stream, the bear stood up on his hind feet about seventy-five feet from him.

Fank Manges

Franklin Manges, the man who shot and killed Old Two Toes.

He shot it once and broke it’s shoulder and then gave it one more, at which it retreated into the brush. As Manges circled around some willows, the bear emerged from about fifty feet away and charged him. “Then he commenced to shoot pretty fast”, according to the original story version, and the bear sank to the ground. A total of eleven shots had hit the bear.

Thinking he had killed the bear, and because he was getting hungry, he returned to camp for dinner and told his companions about the incident. When the group went back to where the bear was downed, it was not there. They followed it’s tracks for about a hundred yards before they spotted it near a thicket. Manges placed a twelfth shot just below it’s ear and finally completed the job.

“Old Two Toes” was reported to have weighed about 1,600 pounds. The hide was 8 feet 4 inches in length. Of the twelve shots that penetrated the hide, only two penetrated the fat layer under it. Is it any wonder that a bear of this size survived as long as it did? Experienced bear hunters were afraid of it! Franklin Manges was quite inexperienced, and didn’t know any better. Had it not been for his cool demeanor under pressure, he might not have survived either.

The bear hide was placed on exhibit in a Delta store window for some time, and was also taken to the St. Louis World’s Fair in 1903 and admired by thousands. Franklin Manges had secured his place in Delta’s history. Today, the “Old Two Toes” hide is with family descendants of Franklin Manges in Pennsylvania.

About ten years ago, I received an email from such a descendant and it included several photographs of the hide as it was currently displayed in his home. “Old Two Toes” seems to have survived total anonymity and, though the hide has deteriorated some over the years, it is still around to remind the descendants of Franklin Manges of his contribution to our local history.

 

Two toes

Photographed about ten years ago, the hide of Old Two Toes clearly shows the remaining two “toes”, having lost the other three while escaping from a bear trap.