In a World of Dreaded Monsters —Wednesday, June 8, 2022

Monsters that leap (listening/reading/thinking about the “news”)

and dance, (all our politicians, who live in candy houses — here and there, worldwide and local)

grab you as you cross over bridges, (fuel prices)

and parade through our nightmares (cost of living, work problems, not enough money to go around)

There is always hope!  Once you understand Hope, you can not understand again)

(This is our first rainbow of the late Spring/Summer—what a huge delight!)

From my world to your heart,




The Beautiful Days of Summer Evenings and Summer Mornings — Tuesday, June 8, 2021

The world is happy in Summer

At least to my eyes

The beautiful clouds

Surrounding us

The soft caress of wind on our faces

The wonderful scents of burgeoning plants

The days of the over-harsh wind have subsided

The pivotal time of the day

Just as the sun comes up

Just as the sun goes down

The light spilling all around us.

It’s all so very peaceful.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


As Evening Descended —- Monday, June 8, 2020

Up there in the soft rippling air

June’s Full Moon

Played chase with silver light and storm-ladened clouds.

On my computer, I opened an email from Kate to see

A lovely rainbow in a rain-soddened sky.

Blessing abound for me and now for you!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Something Waiting—-Thursday, June 8, 2017

The farmer, in the field to our side, is getting his bean ground ready.   It is so very dry our whole farm filled up with dust and dust and more dust.

Still—even in the smothering dust I could feel a storm coming in.  The air shifted from solid and stale to racing clouds.

Black bottomed clouds holding the promise of moisture!

Still the dirt hung thick and heavy, as the sun started to submerge itself, with the western skyline.

The wind flung particles of dirt into cracks and crevices in a very obtrusive manner, filling my hair and ears—not to mention what it did to the house.

Suddenly a massive roll of thunder followed quickly by a immense flash of light and rain filled the sky.

It didn’t last long…that rain.  Moving itself quickly on toward town and other parts of our area.  But long enough to clear the air…leaving behind fresh and cool dirt free air.

Plus…a smidge of a rainbow, just as the sun sunk behind a bank of clouds.

A sign of hope!

Every day we are seeing improvement!  I am sure…more than sure…I am positive it is because of your prayers, good thoughts and wishes.

Of which Terry and I are eternally grateful!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Once Farming Begins—-Wednesday, June 8, 2016

CultivateNothing stops for very long. (Getting ready to cultivate)

OffThere is always something to do.  The work begins in that strange dawn light, called First Light.  That time when the light just starts to swell and become real.


The work is solitary, but not lonely

Off-3There is always something (here he is going to knock down the dirt so the plants come push through)

Planting-PintosPlanting the last of our crops, the pinto beans.  The type we plant is Bill Zee.


And always, always there is the water to change…morning, noon and night….and sometimes at mid-night.

WaitingI do NO tractor work, but Boomer and I always help with the irrigation.


Wind, rain, sun, and in the shredding of the night, called Dawn


or the slow leaving of the sun’ dominance of the day


We are there.  Moving together as one.

From my world to your heart,


A Walk in the Desert—Monday, June 8, 2015

We had a small treat yesterday…our kids, who live in Grand Junction, Colorado, arrived with our granddaughter, her best friend, and their three fur children…”Would you like to go for a hike”? They asked!

“Sure” we replied!

Loading up Boomer, Terry and I followed them onto SawMill Mesa Road, past the Correctional Facility, then onto the old road to Escalante Canyon.  Turning off we all parked and started hiking up a dry wash.  They day wasn’t too hot and the bugs were still stunned from all the rain we had the two days before.

The desert wildflowers were stunning!  But (to me) the most beauty came from those fleeting papery flowers of the cactus…

Apricot-CactusThere were many different colors

Hot-Pink-CatcusScattered here and there

LovelyDelighting in the recent moisture

Pale-Pink-CactusFollowed by warmth


and sunshine



A rare and lovely Gift!

Yellow-CactusYour friend,






Making Hay —June 8, 2014

Terry finished up  the last of the hay bales this morning…driving the tractor pulling the hay baler in around 5:00.   He went out as soon as the dew started settling down in the wee hours of early morning…I think around 2:00.  I was asleep when he left.  (It’s around 7 in the morning [now] and he’s all tucked up in bed resting.

MoneyHe started baling yesterday morning around 7,  the dew didn’t set on until then.  He finished around 9 when the sun had finally burned all the dew off the plants. He likes to bale with the dew as it keeps the little alfalfa leaves still attached to the stems.  If you don’t have the dew the baler will knock the leaves off as it picks up the dried alfalfa and smashes it together forming a bale, then you are left with just a bundle of stems.   If there is too much dew or it is baled to green the bale will mold, or worse yet heat up and combustion will occur.


Making nice quality hay is a art.

I must brag a bit —I am married to a hay artist! 🙂

This making of good hay has always been a strong interest of his.  When Terry was 10 he was in charge of the cutting and baling of his Dad’s 80 plus acres of alfalfa.  Terry’s father farmed 160 acres and milked cows for the Clymer’s Dairy in Grand Junction, CO…I think he had somewhere around 50 head. Terry’s Dad raised all the feed–corn, hay for the cows, plus Red Clover for seed and pinto beans, maybe other crops.

By the time Terry was 12 he had a small hay making business (with the help of his Dad and his Dad’s equipment) — he made hay for his  Dad’s  Dairy, and several neighboring ranches.

I think his love of making a nice, high quality hay bales started way back there.  The example set by his Dad, his Mother’s drive to create something and to create it to perfection.

It still holds true today.


So he creates the hay bales and then it’s the dog’s and my turn to go help. While he is loading the hay with the stack wagon….a wonderful invention that took away the ‘hay crew’ (a team of young men, usually high school age, and the farmer…and possibly the farmer’s daughter to drive the tractor.  So what you had was the tractor driver, a young man to heft and swing a 50-80 pound bale onto a moving trailer/wagon on each side of the trailer/wagon and a young man on the top of the trailer/wagon to stack the load as high as possible.  Once it was HIGH the whole load and the people headed into the stack where the farmer (usually) was waiting.  Backing up the trailer/wagon the four men started stacking the hay bales creating a huge hay stack.   By noon–the hay crew arrived around 7 in the morning–lunch was ready.  This consisted of a HUGE meal—the farmer’s wife and if she had a daughter or two at home, spent the whole morning creating a giant feast!  For instance—Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, salad, corn bread or biscuits or homemade rolls, with some rich dessert to top everything off.  Large pitchers of ice water, or iced tea, or lemon-aid helped wash the whole thing down.  As soon as the meal was over it was back to the field.  Everyone received their paycheck after the last bale was stacked, maybe two days or so later.)

LoadingThe stack wagon simplified the whole operation.  Terry runs the stack wagon,


He is unloading at the stack right here.

YepI run the four-wheeler.Fuzzy stays right with me.  He sees it his duty to always be ‘right with me’.


Boomer sees it his duty to check out what is happening all over the farm. (He is that tiny black and brown and white dot clear at the end of the field.)


(See Boomer in the brush? 🙂 )

Fuzzy and I go up and down making sure the bales are straight so Terry doesn’t have to get off and straighten the bales;  helping them slide right in and up into the stack on the wagon.

Still-helpingAfter I get done with straightening the bales, I take the loose hay missed by the baler and load it into a little cart attached to the four-wheeler…once more going around the field–forking the yellow sweet clover into the high grass at the end of the field for the deer to munch and the loose hay into my cart. As my cart fills I haul it to the last row still to be baled.  It’s hot work.

It’s important to get all the hay off because it will smother the alfalfa underneath and plug up the furrows not allowing the water to flow to the end of the rows.

My arms are strong so it doesn’t take me overly long.

Hay Stack But today is Sunday. Today we rest. Although, Terry had to bale when the dew was perfect, we will finish the work tomorrow. Today we only do what MUST be done, like irrigate. Also two of the grandchildren are coming to spend Sunday and Monday and part of Tuesday with us since their parents are going to Craig to look for houses.

You have a nice Sunday everyone…it’s always good to have a sort of day off once a week.

You Farm Friend,