Heading in a Hurry — Thursday, April 27, 2017

Have you ever noticed how life is full of heading somewhere….at a fast pace….

Always going someplace

In a hurry … the feeling always…don’t be late.

A rushing to an fro, and here and there sort of thing.

Then I read this:  “The trick is to look where no one else is looking. That’s where the beauty is.”–Giorgia Ori, Photographer

And I thought…YES!  That is what I want to do…find the beauty where others are not looking.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

Re–Arranging—FARM Implements—-Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Terry wanted to rearrange some of the implements over at the equipment storage area so we spent the very cold, windy, down-right chilly, afternoon straightening everything up over there.

But Lucky me…

While we were over there I saw several old fence posts made out of railroad ties.

Lucky, lucky me!  I’ve been needed a few more to finish up my flower beds I’m working on!

YAY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Enmeshed in a Thousand Strands of Daily Living—Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Shannon came and got that darling little grandchild to spend the morning with her.  After which Shannon would deliver that precious little one to her mother in Grand Junction.

With that…Terry said it was time to finish hauling the dirt.

So off we went…

The sky was full of clouds and the air thick and cold when we started out, by the end of the day we were being battered with wind, dirt, and hints of moisture (which never came).

It took seven loads from there to here and back again.  But we finished before  supper…finished before dark, finished for another year.

Everyday I marvel at the wonder of my life…it is enmeshed in a thousand strands of daily actions, which bind Terry and I securely to this bit of earth we call our farm.

From my world to your heart!

Linda

An Osprey and Chick—-Sunday, April 23, 2017

We were sitting on a soccer field Saturday, when Terry noticed one of the lights had a giant nest on top.

As the game played out we kept an eye on the nest seeing the little head of the  chick inside.

Suddenly an Osprey parent was there, the chirps from the chick were so loud we could hear them over the shouting on the field.

Then (after the food had been passed to the little one) the parent took flight —off to find more food.

It was a glorious site to behold.

Love,

Linda

 

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Seven

We jumped and hopped and ran all along the cement ditch! Chasing each other and racing each other clear to the other end.

Once over at the other end Penny puppy stopped confused and alarmed,

“Where are we, Boomer?” Penny whined.  “I don’t know where we are. Mom is going to get really mad at me for leaving your place.”

I looked over at Penny and saw she was trembling and shaking, great big tears were in her eyes; threatening to fall down her little baby cheeks!

“It’s all right, Penny, we are at the end of the new cement ditch and right by Dad’s equipment.  All we have to do is turn to the north follow the road and we are right back at your home.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, just follow me.”  I gently tugged on Penelope’s collar with my teeth; walking backwards so she would get the idea everything was okay.”

I walked a few steps, then using my teeth drug Penelope along, gradually we made it to the top of the little grade where Romeo’s pasture was and she took off running.  Left me— in the lurch…knocked me down, actually she sped up so fast!

Not only did she knock me down she knocked me over so I fell back first, into the ditch, which was bringing water TO and onto Romeo’s pasture!

Suddenly I was swallowed up with mud and water!  Mud and water were in my nose, my mouth and inside my wonderful beagle ears.  I tried to flip myself over but the ditch wasn’t wide enough I could get purchase with my paws—and the water was flowing way too fast!

“HELP!”  I tried to call!

“HELP!!!”

Suddenly Rocky Chaco Man, the Rottweiler was there, with Penny Puppy peering over the edge of the deep and slippery ditch.

It’ was on my last gulp of air I looked up and saw Rocky’s huge mouth open and his big teeth come out, then I blacked out.

When I finally opened my eyes, Mom was there with her coat rubbing me down, my sister Shannon was cleaning the mud out of my ears with some sort of something, and Rocky and Penny sitting on the side lines looking at me with concern in their eyes.

Rocky told me he was able to get me out of the ditch…it was touch and go there for a spell, because I didn’t have my collar on, he had to drag me up by my tail.

Mom was coming over to check the water in the pasture when she notice Penny Puppy running for all her might to the house.  Then Mom saw all the commotion at the pasture ditch head gate.

I guess, about the time Penny made it to gate of the yard, my Sister was driving into the place, saw Penny running…then saw Rocky and Mom standing over my body.  She drove up the farm lane as fast as she could, grabbed some rags she keeps in her trunk and came and helped Mom rub life back into my 12 year old limbs.

“I owe you my life, Buddy!” I told Rocky as Mom lifted me up on the back of the four-wheeler, covered me up with her jacket.

“You sit still, Boomer.  AND sit close to me so I can feel you on my back!” Mom put her arm around me and drew me very close to her.

Then we were off!

Back home Mom had me lay down in the warm sunshine and covered me up.  She sat with me for a very long time until I warmed up and fell asleep. I was tired.

Very tired.

The Long Days of Spring—-Wednesday, April 19, 2017

After winter we are back in the world of ‘real’ leaving behind that time of dreaming…of planning—a sort of make-believe time, whereby we think of all the things we want to do ‘come spring’.

Saturday Terry got the two new culverts put in and under the driveway.  These culverts carry the water from the neighboring fields under our road back into the canal, on it’s way to the other farms below us.

The Red-Winged Blackbirds have decided to live in our thicket of trees and ‘hunt’ along the grass of our lawn…filling our days with restless and constant movement and joyful songs.

Although, the morning air still has the collected cool from the night before I open all my windows giving myself the gift of their songs.

The days are changing rapidly now…more warmth is arriving on the land.  And the wind…the wind has come (also)…starting as early as mid-morning; stopping after the sunsets.

It will be this way until all the snow is melted on the Uncompahgre Plateau.  By the first of June the wind will have died and the Plateau will be alive with spring flowers and….PEOPLE!

Finally, after last light, we are home. That welcoming refuge of strength and serenity, the soft glow of a few lights, as we settle down for an hour of exquisite delightful relaxation—Terry with a favorite TV show and I with some hand sewing.

Even with all the ‘stuff’ to do….I am so grateful and thankful for the coming of Spring!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

The Rhythm of Our Life—-Tuesday, April 18, 2017

The rhythm of our life

The Joy upon our faces and

the sunshine on the land

Morning, noon, and night.

This is the rhythm of our days
The rhythm of the land

The daily rhythm

Even in the way dark of the night

We spend it chasing water

 

This is the rhythm of our lives!

(Pretty bad, but I couldn’t get that song the Rhythm of the Night out of my head—tee hee)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Day of Love—-Monday, April 17, 2017

Easter Sunday was really, really nice. Full of those things that break us out of the gray shroud and bring us forth into the Golden Light of Love.

All our children, those wonderful grandchildren, plus Ivy and Norm, came for an Easter Day Meal.  We ate, hunted to Easter eggs (adults and teenager also), played games, enjoyed each other, ate…..then, suddenly,  it was time to go home.

Terry and I looked at each other and told ourselves—this is what living is all about.

 

Cherished in the heart of love and (and for Terry and I) farming!

Love,

Linda

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Six

I took my long, long, very restful nap.

Woke-up, got a nice wet drink of water, walked over to where Mom was working on her flower beds

and sat down to wait patiently for Mom to notice me, and give me a couple of pats or so—maybe even sit down and take a rest—right by me.

I was sitting there watching Mom when my oldest sister walked right up on Mom and me!  I jumped up ever so surprised and found out Penelope Puppy had come over with her Mom, my oldest sister, to have a visit!

COOL!

Penny Puppy and I played bity face, sniffy butts, run around on the grass…  all sorts of fun and exciting dog things.  (Humans don’t usually get ‘dog play’, but that’s okay.  We dogs GET IT!

While we were playing I noticed that Mom and Shannon were backing Dad’s pick-up and heading toward that old sofa the grandkids’ parents left in our yard. Then they were loading UP that sofa in the back of Dad’s pick-up and then getting some other stuff.

Penny Puppy and I sat on the grass and watched them, “What’s Up, Boomer?  Do you know?”

“Hummm….I’m not sure.  I’ve seen Mom do this before.  She loads up all sorts of stuff in the back of Dad’s pick-up and drives off.  Sometimes Shannon (my oldest sister—your Mom) comes over here with all sorts of stuff in her pick-up, then Mom and Shannon go down the long farm road and are gone for a couple of hours at least.  When they come back there isn’t anything in the back of pick-up.  That’s all I know.”

“Are they leaving without me?”  Penny Puppy almost cried.

I put my paw around Penelope’s shoulder.  “Don’t worry, Pen Girl.  You’re with Uncle Boomer.  I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Just about that time Shannon came over and said—“You stay here, Penelope.  I’m going to the dump and will be back shortly.  When I’m back we’ll walk home.  Play with Boomer.  Boomer will take care of you.”  With that she got in Dad’s pick-up with Mom and was gone.

Penny Puppy sat there forlornly (for about three seconds), then started playing ‘get Boomer’s tail’.  So what did I do?

I played ‘get Penny’s tail first’.

This went on for a spell until Dad came in to fuel up the tractor.  He had been out marking one of the corn fields.  We sat and watched him pull in, swing the tractor around, then stop in front of the fuel tank, get out and well…

My eye caught the flash of a lightning bolt way, way over on the Uncompahgre Plateau.  It seemed to be flashing in a thick line of big dark thunderclouds—flash…Yes!  There it was again. It was a tiny, tiny little flash, but my very good Beagle eyes picked it up.

“Let’s go DO something, Boomer!”  Penny Puppy whined at me.  “I’m getting B.O.R.E.D.”  Penelope started whimpering.  “Let’s go to my house!  The other dogs are down there and we can play bity face with them.”

I watched Dad climb back into the tractor, put it in gear and head back out to continue marking the corn ground.

I then looked over at Penelope with her big puppy eyes looking at me when I heard…..

Thunder!  Hum….Thunder.  Thunder can mean lighting, and it can also mean rain.

“Okay,” I distractedly replied to Penny Puppy… “But let me check out the weather first.  I think I can hear thunder way over there in the southwest corner of the world.”

I took off at a jog to the corner of the farm road Penelope right behind me.  Yep…there was thunder, but it was a long ways off…clear over the very end of the Uncompahgre Plateau probably clear in the other county next to the Utah border.

“Okay, Penny Puppy, everything is all clear…sun is up in the sky, although rather hidden behind some clouds right now, the loud thunder and fire is way over in Utah, Mom and Shannon are gone, Dad’s in the field— lets head over to your place and check out what Rocky and Shiloh and Etta are doing!

With big happy leaps and bounds we headed out—going up the farm road by the alfalfa field, then turning west on the super highway farm road—we saw Dad working steady…. making it to the end of the super highway farm road we came to the NEW DITCH!

Now this is where we sorta, kinda, stopped.

Well…you know how it is…we made a little wee stop to play a little bit in the new ditch.

After all it was new and neither one of us had ever played in it before so there we stopped. Jumping in and out and running up and down.  It was a huge BLAST!