Heaven is on the Earth in the Eyes of Animals—-Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Lady is changing by leaps and bounds.  She allows the halter to be put on her face, and IF we don’t come at her face, or try to pet her face in anyway shape or form (she had bloody whip lashes on her face when Shannon got her —and old scars on her rear) she is welcoming to our hands

This is a friend’s little kitty….she is very affectionate and loves hanging right by your feet, joyfully purring the whole time.

Then there is that silly, full of personality, Willow, one of Shannon’s cats…he has started smelling like dried alfalfa for some reason 🙂

Animals…they are such an added bonus to our lives.

From my world to your heart,





And Then it All Happened—Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Terry was moving right along, on the last plowed field, when suddenly

The alternator went out.  He had to walk home, get me, and another tractor— then we hauled it home.

Thankfully he could get another part in the morning when the freight comes into the parts house, and he has a couple more tractors he can use 🙂

He finished up one field, had to leave the other field, until the part came in, but got out the little tractor and harrowed down the cow patties on the alfalfa field.

Then while fixing supper

I stabbed my hand—that’s what happens when you get in a rush.  I couldn’t get the blood to stop so headed to hospital…where I got staples, of all things.

I have found the staples are pretty good at catching and snagging on stuff…shish!

Anyway, we just slowed down for a little bit…the part came in this morning, the hand is healing and we are back in the swing of things.

You have a good one!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


In the Growing Warmth of Late Winter and Early Spring—Monday, March 18, 2018

We still have spits and spurts of winter’s blasts.  This Sunday was one of those days, it snowed, it rained and we had sleet. Today’s morning was very chill not really burning off —just as if we were still in February.

Still the works goes on…we didn’t receive enough moisture to muddy up the ground.

Since Lady can no longer have the total run of the farm, we also spent a couple of hours fixing her a spring pasture the other afternoon

Thankfully the day was  warm, Red winged Blackbirds sang happily in the old trees as we worked

The hawks and ravens haunted the clouds way above us.

Lady followed us with picked up ears and her face full of interest in the glittering light on this lovely spring day.

Our oldest granddaughter played her last game of the year…

And always, always everything we do [now] revolves around the opening of the land.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Our Precious Life — Sunday, March 18, 2018

Terry finished rolling all the plowed fields. (Think of plowed fields the same as double-digging up your garden bed—double digging is deeper than using a rototiller), but then it must be rolled (or raked, if you are in a garden) to smooth out the ground again.

Then after rolling comes leveling (in this case putting a slight grade to the field so the water will run to waste ditch.  Leveling is akin to taking a board and smoothing out your garden or the cement on a sidewalk.

As for me….well, I’ve been cleaning up all the winter trash (corn leaves) blown around all the buildings and into my yard

Spring works also includes…getting my yard and the farm yard ready for spring! 🙂

Ethel and Thomas Davis (recently here for a wee visit) have a marvelous website Called FourWindowPress, where delightful poems and other things are published.

Ethel wrote a wonderful poem about their visit to our farm.  Terry said she captured the truth about why he/we farm—work and joy together!

You have a good day today…spring is in the air.

I saw my first Robin yesterday!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



A Lulling Drug call Contentment—-Thursday, March 15, 2018

On these amazingly nice March spring days, with the Canadian Geese and the Sand hill Cranes winging their way over-head —- going back north to their breeding grounds–Terry and I and

that little beagle helper, took up all the late winter repair work, getting things in place for water to appear on the land.    One day we repaired some gateways to culverts,

Then we went down to Shannon’s and cleaned up all the trash, which had accumulated over the winter.

Moved her fifth-wheel camper into her yard and off the farm

We helped Paul

Load up the landscaping rocks he wanted for his place

In exchange he helped us

Move the feed bunk to a better spot in the corrals.

These rich days are actually tranquil…full of productive work,

the quiet accomplish of jobs well done, bodies tired enough that sleep comes rich and deep.

This is where happiness begins and continues,

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




Visiting Lady—Wednesday, March 14, 2018

After the loss of Romeo, Lady was distraught and horribly depressed.  It was painful to watch her.

Terry and I and Shannon all took turns to love and pet her, feed her carrots and apples (which she adores) give her lots of brushing and just plain love.

Still it really wasn’t enough—the shadow cast from the loss of her protector and best friend was huge.

We let her back out of the farm where she ran to every place she and Romeo loved to frequent…crying out as she ran.
(This video will give you an idea of her sound.)

Gradually—over-time—with lots of love and reassurance she came to understand Romeo was gone.

Then came the sad, sad day she found the grave.  It really wasn’t far from the barn Romeo loved, but Lady had never given herself time to really notice ‘the spot’.

(Please understand that Romeo was buried in a very deep hole–six feet deep. We love and want to protect his body even in death.)

Shannon said the day Lady found the spot she stood on the grave for a good forty minutes.  Then she gradually walked away, going a short distance, then coming back, standing there a little more, until finally she left.

From that point on Lady started to adjust.  We felt l she had found him, and had come to the point of truly understanding, so she could move past her grief and despair.

(Lady talking to Terry and I—what a cutie)

Today she is moving forward in her little mule life.  She is completely and totally bonded to Shannon (but loves Terry and I also).  She and Shannon are going for rides and are taking riding classes.

From a very battered and damaged mule to a wonderful sweet companion…Lady the mule.

Life on a Colorado farm,


Photos Found—-Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Terry and I had to make a run to the dump…we load up first thing and then make our way out there as soon at the dump opens…that way we are up, there, back, and done before all the real work starts.

Anyway…as my continuing drama goes on with my computer—

I can now find and use just about everything I need to do and use on my computer.


AND the bookkeeping records, the other records of import, and my photos have been found!

My tech guy did a remote download and helped me search.

NOW I’m good to go again!

As for the smartphone…that also is getting easier and easier.

This is photo from my smart phone…the moon isn’t large but I think the photo looks pretty nice.

Finally I can say I’m making headway—what a good feeling.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




Stretching My Self—-Monday, March 12, 2018

I’m gradually moving myself forward into the the now and present world…

The computer is starting to respond in a way I can understand…..although, I’ve lost my photos someplace, somewhere on some drive—that has be a tad stressed out.

So to complicated matters and to keep my 69 year old brain growing

I decided to purchase and learn a smart phone.

From a flip-phone to smart phone…another huge learning curve!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—The Mystery Where I Use a Secret

Chapter Seven

The skunk looked at me with pain and sorrow in his eyes….in her eyes? In his or her eyes—you see with skunks it’s sorta, kinda, hard to tell.  I can never tell until they talk.  Usually skunks don’t talk, they just turn around, back up a little bit and lift THAT TAIL!  The tail does all the talking for them…as for finding out if the skunk, which backed up and sprayed you, is male or female…who can tell with green, burning, stink in your eyes.

Anyway, the skunk just looked at me with pain and sadness and well, concern in its little beady eyes, while I—WHILE I STAYED AS FAR AWAY AS I COULD UNDER THE CHICO BRUSH!

“Gosh…Don’t be afraid.  I just want to be friends.” He said. HE! That black and white polecat is a He—a mighty pretty striped He, I might add.

“Friends!” I ask incredulous. “I don’t think I have EVER been a friend to a skunk!”

“Well, there is always a first time.” The rather pretty striped skunk replied. A smile bloomed on his face.

A smile bloomed on his face making my face bloom, with a smile, right back!

“Friends”, I pondered. Friends with a skunk, who would have ever thought of that?

“Okay! Sounds like a deal.  Friends!” I said, putting my right paw up in the air for a high-five.

(An old photo as you can see)

“My name is Oreo,” the little skunk announced; high-fiving me with his left paw.  “I’ve been really lonely up here for some time.  Oh, there are badgers, and squirrels, lots of birds and owls, coyotes and fox, even some skunk families scattered about, but no one has been interested in just playing with me.  They are all busy of doing whatever it is they do.”

I sat there staring at the little feller.  He really was a small skunk, maybe not yet a year old.  He seemed all dejected and sad in a skunk sorta way. Heck, it made my beaglie heart go out to the little guy.

“Well, Friends we are!” I announced.  “My name is Boomer, I am a Beagle, which is a dog, by the way.  You do know about dogs, don’t you?” I cocked me head to one side and lifted my ears just a little bit, “You know that skunks are supposed to SPRAY dogs, don’t you?”

I backed up just a tad when I said that.

“DON’T!” Oreo yelled.  “Don’t back up!  I’m not going to spray you. I promise…I just want to play, have fun, do something besides search for bugs to eat, scratch at the earth searching for food, always looking and looking for food.  There MUST be something more to life than FOOD!”, he wailed.

“Hummm…well”, I pondered out-loud.  “Food is mighty important. I heartily enjoy all the food I get.”

“Well…” Oreo sat down dejectedly… “Yes, I agree…but there really needs to be more…I’ve thought and thought about this and I have decided I want to experience FUN!  Fun!”

“Fun is pretty good.” I agreed. “I’m up here because I like doing stuff different than following Mom here and there, sleeping in my dog house, or in the house, or on my bed, or in the sun…I’m up here searching out NEWS, because I find searching out news FUN!”

“Okay.” Oreo announced. “Then I’m going to search out news with you! I want to experience FUN in my life. And, maybe, just maybe along the way I can show you some things I like to do for fun!”  He raised his right paw this time to high-five me.

I looked at him for a moment, sitting there with his big fluffy tail all spread out behind him, front right paw raised for a high-five, a HUGE smile on his face and my heart said

“SURE!” I raised my left paw and we high-fived.