A Gift (OH! WHAT! a GIFT!) from a Friend from Down Under —- Tuesday, March 29, 2022

 Hello, another one for your collection.
I was waiting at the side of the highway with a sandwich for the Husband. This is his B-double tanker coming down the hill, with a rainbow on his tail. It was a gloomy wet day, but not at all cold. Visualize me in shorts and a t-shirt, carrying an umbrella and a bag lunch in my other hand…
Oh! What a gift!
Thank you ever so much, Kate!!
I’m sure all of you agree!
From my world to your heart,

It Took Flight, Much to Our Surprise — Monday, March 29, 2021

Terry and I were stunned, to say the least.  I think you might be surprised, also

Here is the shed…that little white building with the door open, right behind the horse trailer

There was a slight breeze…just enough to ruffled the blue plastic

Suddenly the shed took flight

Lifting up off the ground and over the fence

Over the fence!  For Sure!  And Up, UP, into the sky

Dust from the lift-off swirling in a column as the shed flew even higher

If you could see, the shed is above the trees at this point

Then it started to come down

Where it landed!

We tried to remove it, but it’s way too heavy and way too high; we will have to dismantle it piece by piece in the next day or two.

Just seeing this whole thing occur was shocking. A tad amazing!  And rather crazy all at once.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



The Glimmer of Watching Eyes — Sunday, March 29, 2020

Although times seem pretty dire…where we are all penned up like my rather spoiled hens

Some beautiful things have happened to me

A surprise hand-made card from Connie in Snowy Minnesota showed up in our mailbox. She wrote to us such a sweet and heartwarming note that all the gloom cast by the order ‘to shelter in place’ cleared all the trapped feelings.

And no matter what is happening on a human level, the alfalfa fields are renewing themselves for another season

Once more I had to pause…for there, flung up by a passing tire

I saw a heart…resting gently on the dark wood of one of my planters.

Then speaking of the wonders of friendship, Kate from Australia called me on FACE TIME, whereby Terry and I and Kate and her husband got to meet each other and visit the longest mostest wonderfulest of times!

I love this new world of Technology!

One afternoon last week I noticed shadowed patterns rippling upon Terry’s arm as he got into the pick-up.  I told him it looked like the sun gave him a full-sleeve and glove tattoo 🙂

Friday,  after we finished up and I was heading in to fix supper I stumbled, causing my camera lid to flip off and a photo to be taken

When I looked at what the camera shot, I saw another heart, resting somewhere on the ground…

I know times are terrible right now…in so many, many ways.

But I do believe, as, in all things, this too will pass.

Love you, each and every one.

Stay Safe, my friends!

My thoughts, my mind, and my prayers are with you,

From my heart to your world,



Before the Water Comes —- Thursday, March 29, 2018

The water still isn’t here.  It’s still five miles away….still.

Terry is anxious to get started.  We dive up to Pea Green and check the head gate for the F N Canal (that’s the name of our Canal).  The F N Canal takes off the Iron Stone Canal — a huge system of canals running all the way from Black Canyon of the Gunnison and the Uncompahgre River.

Not here yet.

So we have been doing some major clean up around the farm

Gathering more firewood from downed trees at the back of the land

I’ve been working in my yard…I hate to uncover too many flowerbeds until I can get water on them, but …. still…they do need to be uncovered before the spring bulbs get too big.

( I also work in my house, but that seems so boring. Although, I do want to start painting.  I need to paint the inside of the house this year and go down to the other house and do some painting, that we (as land lords) are responsible for.  But not just yet….maybe in April.  We will see.)

The days are ever so much longer, allowing us much more time to get ‘stuff’ done.

In our elderly years we seem to tire out easier, although, it does seem we work just as hard as we did in our fifties—- 🙂

Oh, well…we are pretty much caught up now.  Just waiting on the water so the Growing Season can start!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



A Wee Update—-Wednesday, March 29, 2017

We went down to see how much fire damage happened on Davis’ Ranch, in the bottom of the Robidoux.   Here is where the fire started…where the campfire was.

What a mess.  Acres and acres of scorched land.

Since that time we have had some rain…not bunches, but some, so I’m thinking it will start to green up again.  As for the loss of the trees….well, not much can be done about it, but cut them down for firewood.

Mr. Davis was up talking with Terry yesterday; all the animals were gotten out of the way in time.  “Sure is a sorry mess,” he said.

I agree.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


My Little Project—Sunday, March 29, 2015

JobFinally my little project is done!  After we took out the two unused chimney’s in the other house I had piles and piles of bricks. (All made by the Brick Factory in Delta eons ago. :))

Not only did I have piles and piles of bricks, I had piles and piles of bricks complete with cement still stuck to them.  AND they were piled in front of the propane tank, which meant I really had to do something with them quickly.

BricksSo gradually every day, I would chip off cement– load the bricks into the  wheelbarrow, and push them to their new spot in my yard.

It was a long slog, but I made it.

More-PWI now have brick walkways between my flower beds which reside along side of the entrance of our farm…all laided out on weed barrier and sand.  My hope is this will keep the weeds down and my need to have to chop weeds between the beds GONE FOREVER!

Pathway-1It looks pretty rough right now, but over time I think everything will soften up.  The plants will green up and fill in and cover over some of the bricks, making the lines not so harsh. Then the bricks themselves will settle.  The wind will bring in dirt and fill in the cracks.

That’s my hope anyway!

The Craig, Colorado, kids are here.  They came in yesterday.  It was pure joy to look across the fields and see a light on in that house.

Two of the grandchildren spent the night with us, Blade and Tally…the oldest and the youngest.  Which reminds me Bladen has a blog now…it’s a cooking blog.  This grandson of ours loves to cook—pretty interesting for a 13 year old boy, I think.  He is also very active in sports: football, basketball, and track, plus top of his class in academics. Gosh did this sound like bragging…I guess a tad.  Please forgive me.

Pink-SKy-!We are warming up.  Today it’s supposed to hit 80* (26 c)  YAY!

Anyway, I hope each of you have a great day!

Your friend,