Before the Rain — Tuesday, July 27, 2021

Before the rain

That thing called WIND

stirred everything up

Spread the top of the soil

Here and there



After the rain…the ending of a RAINBOW!!! 


Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


The Adventures of Mindy on Friday—-Farm Life Series 3, The Big, Noisy Stuff, Friday, July 23, 2021

Another thing you need to pay attention to is the BIG, LOUD, STUFF!

Like the tractors

Corn choppers

Hay Swather

The baler

Old trucks

Mom and Dad’s four-wheelers,

The pick-ups

Mom’s Car

The Lawnmower,

All those things can KILL you!  Smash you flatter than a smashed miller.

When you hear one start-up or

one coming into the farmyard


Your life depends on it!

Mindy Lou-Sue, or as Mom calls me, Min-Min

The Old Gods Live Here and There and Everywhere — Thursday, July 22, 2021

Sometimes I think to myself, that the Old Gods

Those awe-inspiring Gods of long-long-long ago

Are still here among us

Only we have different names for them now. (Like nature, wind, rain, etc.)

They are still here, flying with the birds in the air

Singing to our hearts and minds and souls in the morning

And in the evening.

They are in the sunlight,

And glittering off the tiny wings of Humming Birds

They gather in the most unlikely of places

They bring together the edges

Lifting up our hearts

When our hearts have tripped, or fallen slightly, or leaned a little too far here or there

Then the old Gods rebalance everything, even us.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


That Brutal World We Live In — Wednesday, July 21, 2021

While out-and-about

I saw a coyote (from a distance) hanging out where the swather had been sitting and where the squirrels were playing.

He/she was sporting the Summer-fur look.


A quick dash off.


I drove the four-wheeler over to the spot, to save the rest of the surry of squirrels, at least for a short while.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Enjoy the Moment — Wednesday, July 14, 2021

The smoke is thick here from all the fires in the west.  Sometimes so thick the street lights think it is time to come on.

Meanwhile —-

Those darling little Barn Swallow babies…

Are getting close to leaving the nest! 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,