Time Swirling, Tumbling, Moving Forward FAST — Sunday, July 31, 2022

Posted on July 31, 2022 by Dayphoto

We have started the next round of haying

Second cutting of the first field. Two more fields to go.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Seven, Friday, July 31, 2020

Posted on July 31, 2020 by Dayphoto

Chapter Seven

I watched Mom got into the car. Not just any car, THE CAR…and off they sped. Mom and Dad.

I took myself,

this and

that way,

here and

there,

up and

down,

and around corners

and over to the Butler Bins.

Then around that corner where I ran into

FREDDY FOX!

Freddy and conversed for a spell, then he took off. I still hung around checking out this and that,

OH! HIDE!!!

I slid into the cornfield on the other side of the ditch.

Mom and I think that coyote caused some damage to the young buck hanging around.

Hide, shiver, shake.

Whew! Gone!

Back over the ditch, I went, again…

QUAIL! Whew! That thing scattered fast. I guess it thought I was DANGER!

Home again I went.

Maybe Mom and Dad are back!

Back into the yard…a tad tired.

Sat down in the shade when through the garden ran

STANLEY!

I was just getting ready to have a talk with Stanly when a loud rumble came roaring down the long, long, lane…

BAY! BARK! HOWL!!!

Sniff around the tires while the man got out and walked to the back door then walked back and got in. In-between all his walking I got in three 3! Pees next to his tires. THREE! I can’t get my leg up in the air anymore, but I sure can leave a puddle or three!

Then the guy back up and was gone.

Well, nothing more to do…I checked here and then I walked over to there.

I was starting to get tired and bored!

WAIT!

I heard something!

I ran as fast as I could to the bridge.

YES! There were Mom and Dad!

WOOF! WOOF! BAYYYYYYYYY!

Good, they are back.

I watched them park the car up and get out.

Inside we went for a long nap.

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Then later on in the afternoon, Mom said, “Come on, Boomer. Let’s go for a ride.”

So WE did!

Wild Wet Beating from the Sky —- Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Posted on July 31, 2019 by Dayphoto

You can’t Calm the Storm. What you Can do is Calm yourself. The Storm will Pass. (Unknown)

A small teasing wind started blowing around Two O’clock yesterday afternoon

When suddenly the clouds burst open

Causing Terry to come in as quickly as possible

Still not soon enough

Wet was the word.

Perfect for the earth, the plants, and the air!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Moon Shadows Floating By —- Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Posted on July 31, 2018 by Dayphoto

The sun sets with brilliant colors only seen through smoke and ash

Another fire broke out behind us...on the Uncompahgre Plateau….closer to the Nucla, Colorado side.

The fat lovely moon rises pink in the evening sky

Then as the night darkens and the air starts to crisp the moon breaks clear of the low lying smoke and ash

It breaks forth in a clear and marvelous wonder, casting moon shadows on the land… and filling the earth with its marvelous glow.

Terry and I sat outside on the swing, as the leaves made shadows as we slowly rocked to and fro. (Boomer besides us and Mindy on Terry’s lap)

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A Malevolent Wind Gave Us Rain—Monday, July 31, 2017

Posted on July 31, 2017 by Dayphoto

Around four o’clock yesterday afternoon a wind-fretted bundle of clouds blew in churning the air into a seething angry mess!

The little hummingbirds started feeding in a desperate and determined manner.

Suddenly the wind shifted moved west, then north, and finally east, where it slammed into our area with a vengeance untold

Dropping rain in torrent, flattening anything which stood in it’s path.

Then in swirl of angst the wind-fretted rain moved on…drenching everything in it’s path.

By evening the sun started disappearing; sending slivers of gold and silver among the slate colored clouds.

This morning is clear and bright, although very muddy! The smells of warming corn stalks and the heady scent of Four O’clocks fill the air. Along with the chirps and clicks and the buzz of many little wings as the hummers fill their tummies.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda