What is Left After Hope —Thursday, June 9, 2022

Maybe the better way to phrase the question

After Hope

Then what?


This means—take a few steps at a time toward mini-goals

Even if you can only see your own feet

Then belive in yourself,

Do not let your mistakes define you

Then gradually, gradually the way

The way will be clear—your steps firm

The final destination is clear.

Hope, then faith, and action—one step at a time, is all it takes.

(And—I know, all of this can be hard to see and do.  But this is really all the Universe asks of us—)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




The Lure of Quietness —- Tuesday, June 9, 2020

Sometimes, Terry and I

Get just plain


The constant,

constantness of keeping the farm up and running

Keeping the yard

In tip-top shape,

Tells us…it’s time to go live a wee bit of a dream

To feel the wind blowing through our hair and the sun-drenching the car

We come home, feeling new-born, rested.

Like the earth after a rainstorm.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,





A Tale of Sadness and Bravery —- Sunday, June 9, 2019

The Vietnam Wall came to Delta.

It broke my heart to see all those names…the list just goes on and on and on

Friends and classmates, brothers, husbands, and sons; the wall unfurled each name and date as our dazed eyes took in the enormous loss

Tears constantly filled my eyes

Even as I sit here typing, I still want to cry.

An amazing WWII plane roared across the sky during the remembrance of those who were lost on D Day.

Then I saw a wonderful old gentleman stand and salute the flag.  He wasn’t part of the program, he was a serviceman forever more.

From my world to your heart,


RAINBOWS!!! —– Thursday, June 9, 2016

TiniyThere it was — a tiny little rainbow starting to take shape.  It was precious, although short lived; the clouds quickly covered the sun taking the beginnings of a rainbow with it.

Outdoor!As we were heading back to the farm yard a rain chute dropped down on to the land, across Highway 348, and the sun dropped passed the dark rain cloud into it’s resting place for the night —


In doing so, the brilliant ending of the sun caused the sky to light up with that special glow; illuminating all the dark corners of the earth, the sky and within the soul.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Sunshine on my Shoulders Makes Me Happy—Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Who doesn’t like John Denver?

I have ALWAYS like John Denver.

1I so feel like this song…

In-the-rainThis a poor little Black-Chinned Hummingbird sitting in the rain this weekend…he was just like me…waiting for the sun.


“If I had a wish I could wish for each of you I would make a wish for you I would wish for Sunshine for all of you!”

Your Friend here on a western Colorado Farm,


Little Acts Create Giants— Monday, June 9, 2014

Tile-HouseWe live on the farm Terry’s Grandfather created…Misty and her family live on the other part of our farm which was started by Terry’s Great Grandfather on his Mother’s side.  (We purchased the farm from the estate many, many moons ago.)

0049Meta and B.J. Brown

The first photo shows the roses that Meta planted way, way, before my time.  Those same roses must be 95 years old now.  They are sweet smelling and every so short lived.  I adore them.

Meta planted them on the side of the Tile House…the house you see behind them.  We call it the Tile House because the whole little house is made from tiles.

When the Tile House was created this farm, the one we live on, was a farm and a Dairy.  It was the only Dairy for the town of Delta.
In the Tile House Meta, and daughters, Benita, and Sally washed up the many, many milk bottles and cream bottles, which were filled with rich, lovely whole milk and delivered early in the morning or late in the evening twice a day.


Also, in the Tile House a milk cooler and a cap and bottler shared space with the cleaning tubs.  IMG_4259Out in the barn, B.J., and sons, Jack (Terry’s Dad), and Kenneth milked, fed the cows. Then hauled the milk into the Tile House.  (Remember this was all done by hand.)

In the the Tile House the milk was first filtered, then poured into the cooler, next into the separator for cream, and skimmed milk. then capped and bottled.  The whole milk was just filtered and cooled and capped and bottled.

The wagons were loaded and off the boys would go delivering milk to the residents of Delta.  Once in town they would leave the milk and pick up the empty bottles —Benita said some of those bottles were nasty, nasty, nasty…others were washed and cleaned– sometimes with little thank you notes inside.  The cash for the milk products was always attached to a little envelope waiting with the empty bottles.  Benita said, “It was rare that people didn’t pay and Father had to make the trip to town to visit with those who owed.”

FamilyLeft to right—as I think I know them:  Sally and her husband Bud, the tall son of Sally and Bud in the back, right in front of the tall son is (I think) Meta, then B.J. with his arms around Terry. Next to B.J. is Terry’s Dad, Jack, and another son of Sally and Bud.  Right next to Terry is his best -friend and brother Roger and on the other side is his adored little sister, Carolyn.

The house they are standing in front of is the house we live in today.  It also looks pretty much the same.  🙂

Of the years that I have lived here we have had the special gifts of older people telling us that they remember when Mr. Brown delivered their milk to them, or how Mr. Brown and his sons would willingly give you a free lift to town on the milk wagon so you could get groceries then taking you back home.

Benita  told us that when Father found out about a little family who lost their Dad in a horse and wagon accident and couldn’t afford to have milk…he would drop off a bottle or two as a little surprise.  Never asking for money…just saying: “Oh, I had extra today.  If I didn’t let you have it I would have to pour it out.”

I always think of these little stories when I go into the Tile House, or even just glance at it out of the corner of my eye.  It really is the little acts we perform every day that eventually creates giants.

A farmer’s wife on a farm in Delta, Colorado




Sunday, June 9, 2013

Thank you to everyone who wished Fuzzy a Happy Birthday!

Terry and I have been making siphon tubes.  We always have a few that split and/or crack during the year.


We first heat up a PVC pipe, cut to length, then put the soften tube into a homemade mold to let the plastic cool back down in the shape we want.  After we get whatever it is we are needing for whatever field we are working on, we take them out and put them right to work.


The days are hot….really too hot for June, more like July hot…tomorrow we are supposed to hit 102*, yesterday it got to 99*.  Today we will hit somewhere around that again.


Our heat is nothing like the areas that have high humidity with it.  We are considered High Mountain Desert so our heat is a dry heat.

What is nice about desert heat is is does cool down during the night.  Mornings are nice!  When Terry and I went out to change the water this morning at 5:30 we both wore a light jacket…that won’t be the case later in the day or this evening.

Last night Terry stepped wrong and tore his calf muscle.  What a mess…poor guy!  It’s his left leg so I have to do the driving where there is a stick shift and do the walking up and down the ditch bank.  Now we work as a different team…he supervises and I tote and fetch and carry and lay and start the tubes.

I think I liked the other team better—you know like teamwork.  🙂


I’m a little concerned about hauling hay, as I’ve never ran the loader… ever!  I can pick up and move bales by hand, but the loader…..

Maybe he can hook up the loader to the 730 as it has a hand clutch—we will see.  Tomorrow he will go to the Doctor and then we will figure out how to haul the hay.

As they say—where there is a will there is a way!

We will get there, he just needs to take it easy and let the muscle reattach itself.

Hummer-3This is pretty grainy because I was way too far away.

Have a restful and fun Sunday!