A Chill Seeps Onto the Farm Each and Every Night Now, Tuesday, September 8, 2020

The morning air is cool almost cold now.

Although, we have been warming up into the 100’s (again) in the afternoons.

I’ve been out-and-about taking photos of the wildlife (if I can find them)

Leaving the little Beeglie at home resting.

The smoke is back —thick (see above) and miserable

So without further ado

I will give you my wee collection

Of the critters

Who, like us, are harvesting and



For winter

And yes

I do take out treats to feed some of them

But, of course

I don’t feed all of them

The little hummers are leaving us now.

I’m down from 12 feeders to two.

Well, there you have it.

A small collection of fun creatures who share the farm with us.


Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Let It Rain, Let It Snow, Let It Blow—-Monday, September 7, 2020

A load of pine arrived

Just as the sky was turning to crimson.

We only have to head to the mountains for aspen, then we are set for the winter!

Not long now to gather all the firewood

There is a ‘for-real’ chill in the early morning air now.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



And HERE IT IS—-Wednesday, September 2, 2020

The last cutting (3rd) of the second field.

Beautiful, Thick, and Lush.

Now we need sunshine!

Just say’n!

After this is baled and sold we are done for the year!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


During Spare Time—-Monday, August 31, 2020

Take one special oven

At least, if not more, 40 sticks

Heat in the oven, one stick at a time

Place in the form

Let cool.

Load up on the four-wheelers and haul to the ditch banks,


You can’t have too many.

That is for sure!

Yep…that is what you do, when, and if, you find yourself with some spare time.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Inchoate Jumble—Sunday, August 30, 2020

Sometimes I don’t know how to write

What it is I want to say to you

The words I need in which to express what I am thinking

Feeling.  The right words.

We had rain, on Saturday

Much needed and very much appreciated

The rain caused the heat to break

Cooling down the sky and the earth

Bringing with it a lushes goodness

Fall is not very Far off now

Although, I have been thinking that for a couple of weeks now

The rain and heavy cloud cover

has made my thoughts and

words feel real

Change is occurring.  My beloved Summer coming to end.  But also the hideous heat.

Changing, tumbling along in so many ways now.

I guess all we can do is ride through them.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Ten, Friday, August 28, 2020


Chapter Ten

Mom got a phone at noon. It was my brother,


The news was not good, Mom’s grand-dog, and my bestest buddy, Zookie Brown passed away.

Zookie and I were great friends.

When Zookie and Bella got to stay with us, Zookie always slept with me.  Bella would sleep with Mom on the bed, but Zookie slept with ME!

Zookie was 20 years old.

Mom said she was very glad that Bella and Zookie got to stay with us while their Mom and Dad moved to Montana.

It was the last time we all got to be together, Bella, Mom, Dad, Zookie, and I.

When Mom and I were coming back from being ‘out-on-the-farm’ we saw a Sun Dog.

Somethings are hard.  Saying good-bye is one of those hard things.

But I think…this is just what I think, but I think,  that was really Zookie saying everything is fine, here over the rainbow bridge.

Good-bye, Little Buddy.  Good-bye.

The Smell of Ripe Corn is in the Air — Thursday, August 27, 2020

The time of growth is coming to an end

You can see all the brown leaves starting to show in the fields now, the tassles are going from white to yellow, to gold

Soon, very soon, maybe right after this irrigation

On both of the cornfields,  we will be entering the waiting stage.

See all the golden dry leaves

The husks losing the green (they go from green to reddish-purple) then to gold

After which they fall over, the stem too dry to hold up the cob anymore

The kernels are almost all dented. (we want them to ALL be dented)

If not this irrigation, then the next.

Winding down now

The corn growing season is coming to an end.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm



Nearly Constant (the Smoke), BUT Look What is Happening, —- Wednesday, August 26, 2020

The smoke has been nearly constant, burning the eyes and smothering the land. But late evening brought a wind

That started to clear the skies from the dull light through the deep smoke

The wind gusting here and there adding to the

sweet joy of seeing the new baby alfalfa seeds taking hold and starting to grow

Even in the muted gray of the skies, and the true lack of real sunlight, the new field is starting to green up.

The evening colors weaving lushly in the sky

And bathing us with immediate relief.

Greenfields and clearer skies!

With even a hint of rain in the air!


Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




This is Just the Best Book

Please give it a try.  You can find it on Amazon (where I got mine) but after a search I found you can also get it on


I was hooked from the very first chapter and couldn’t put it down.  Please do yourself a huge favor and get yourself a copy.  You won’t be sorry.
As the Stars Fall is a beautiful heart-rendering story!  A perfect summer-time read.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,