The heat has been like a hammer the last several days…
Still, the evening’s have been soft and lovely
But what has been the best thing
Right out our back door
Covering our whole farm…
A PERFECT double Rainbow!
WOW!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
While building fence…
Shannon’s cat, Willow, decided he wanted to come with us. But no, Willow (he is a Norwegian Forrest Cat) it’s too far up there, too dangerous for a kitty…you have to stay home.
We saw several water snakes, but that was all.
Some of the Yucca was blooming…
They bloom so rarely that it’s an amazing site
The San Juan Peaks were impressive
A fox zipped in front of us…heading —somewhere
And I found a heart!
Just sitting there waiting to be noticed!
Picking it up, after giving thanks, I brought it home to grace my heart shaped tree stump!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We’ve been busy the last several days.
First was the planting of the new alfalfa field, followed by
(just as soon as he got off the tractor) irrigating that field. ( We are still a tad cold early mornings)
Then came our largest field….now planted to pinto beans! (We water it first, let it dry a bit, then plant)
After which we loaded sweet corn into the planter and headed up to my sweet corn spot.
Almost done!
We finished up the new irrigation of the alfalfa field (the seed is so tiny we plant and then water)
About 9:00 p.m. we started the water on the Middle Field.
We were setting water drenched in an amazing sunset!
The whole sky seemed to flame in vivid yellow and orange!
The bright light flared and drained from the sky
Leaving a tiny afterglow.
No matter where you live, I’m sure you will agree with me how amazing nature is.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
So far the days have started out warm—then they cloud over, with a sharp cool wind; by sunset we are back to warmth.
In Between, we sometimes have to wear a jacket or a coat.
The Uncompahgre Plateau even has full blown storms hinting that we are about to get drenched.
But today…this morning… the sun is shining and spreading heat across the land.
Boomer and I followed Terry up to the end of the Middle Field where we are removing a fence.
The air was full of bird songs, the squawk of pheasants, the buzzing of bees…I always find being up here soothing.
There is only Terry and I and Boomer—the feeling is peace.
It is also called Home.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
We, Terry and I, are at a wee breathing spot…a little time in-between.
All the children and grandchildren have left— going back to their every day lives. We so Love them dearly. But when they are here they are the focus and the intent for the day. All we possibly can do revolves around them.
We also had the most wonderful gift of old friends (who are traveling through) stop for the evening. We talked forever outside drinking iced tea, as the day waned into the evening, watching the swallows flying high and low catching mosquitoes for their supper.
As dark descended we gathered up our glasses and came inside continuing to tell stories from the past, stories that are burned into your mind, memories that make you laugh-out-loud, just like you did those many years ago.
Gradually the glooming turned into true darkness, so I turned on a lamp or two. Still we sat comparing concerns over the economy, where the future is for our children and grandchildren, plans for the near future for ourselves and thoughts about ‘next year’.
Then it was truly dark. All of our senior citizen eyes were wanting to close, yawns were being discreetly stifled, bodies wanting to slump.
It was time to leave.
Later, much later, Terry and I were sitting up in the dark of the night; the silver moon lighting up the room. We sat side-by-side talking about the past week, all the hugs and loves–the swarm of activity —- the grandchildren’s parents coming to spend the night and head back home with our precious little ones. The good friends we have made over the long, long years of our live. Friends, to not only share memories with, but future plans, we decided—it’s okay be old. It has taken a lot of living to get to this place, but with that ‘lot of living’ we’ve had some pretty darn nice things happen.
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,
Linda
