Summer evenings are the best!
The sky streaked with orange and pink
The air softening
The hot heavy wind turning into more of breeze (thankfully)
The clouds seemly gilded in gold
Or strewn throughout with pink and purple
We are desperate for rain, [still], the sun lifts up the loose crust of the earth making the dust a thing more of beauty than something to shield your eyes from.
Twilight…the perfect time before the gloaming.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I had to smile great big at this little series of photos for a long time ago
Grandpa was holding Blade and baby Tally
He speaks to Tally who looks at him in a very puzzled way
Then Grandpa looks up at something. Blade peaks around the blanket; Tally is WIDE-EYED at Grandpa
Blade covers up his head, Grandpa looks rather content, but baby Tally looks at me just stunned!
I’m sorry but I had to laugh out loud at this little series of photos!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The header is the photo of the flat lands, our cows LOVED being up there and just hanging out. We like to go to the Rocky Point and ‘take a break’, there is something really restful about this part of the farm.
We call spring work—everything that must be done until the tractor can’t get in there anymore. After that we just irrigate, until harvest time.
Summer work is irrigation
Fall is harvest, although, the corn harvest the last couple have years has been way into winter. Still we consider it fall, until the corn is in.
This is the last cultivation of this field—I call it the Middle Field, Terry calls it by it’s acres.
Cultivation has to stop when the corn is as tall as the bottom of the tractor’s little wheels, to try to run the tractor down after that will result in killing the growing corn.
No more tractor work on this field. The next time something big is on this field will be the combine at harvest time.
This field has a little more growing to go, then it will be done.
The pinto beans are looking GOOD! There is still tractor work–cultivation–on these little guys, but it will stop once the plants are bushy. With this heat it won’t that long.
Our alfalfa hay is getting up to eight leaves. (I forgot to take a photo of it)
Then, of course, there are always those things that tend to slow ya down… (The tractor making the ditch slipped off and got stuck.
It didn’t take long to get him out. Just a little slow down.
Then back to the house I go!
Your friend on a farm in western Colorado 🙂
Linda
My Mother and my Mother’s family were always a musical group. Momma didn’t really play the piano, she more or less played at the piano, her Aunt Lois Did Play and very well. (She was a music teacher for an Idaho school system all her working life), my grandfather played the guitar, his brother played the fiddle, Momma’s Uncle Henry played the Cornet, and my brother played (and still plays the guitar).
My point to all of this is we grew up with music in our every day lives—and we grew up with a radio playing songs. (And we all sang with them…even off key!)
This morning is beautiful here! A perfect song of a day. (Suddenly) thinking about the day I remembered an old song In the Good Old Summer Time… Momma would sometimes sing this to my brother and I as we made our beds in the morning, or if we were walking down to our Grandparents in the evening.
Sometimes, while playing outside, we could hear Momma burst into song, singing her way through the day.
For some reason this song is running though my thoughts today:
There’s a time in each year
That we always hold dear,
Good old summer time;
With the birds and the trees-es
,And sweet scented breezes,
Good old summer time,
When you day’s work is over
Then you are in clover,
And life is one beautiful rhyme
,No trouble annoying,
Each one is enjoying,
The good old summer time.
Of course there are more verses, but this says enough.
Today is a day they write songs about!
Your friend,
Linda
We are still having hot windy days. No rain in site here…it’s gathering forces and waiting for the second cutting of hay…. 🙂 …just saying.
Some days smoke fills the air coming from some horrid forest fire somewhere, then the wind starts and moves it out.
We have wind gusts up to 30 m.ph. hour in the afternoons and early evenings.
But if you get in this little convertible
and take a little ride…the sun feels good on your head and the wind feels lovely in your hair.
Summer….who could ask for more?
Linda
