It’s turned cold again. Apricots froze— cold. Momma always said—“When Easter is late we will always have a cold spring”. She is so right.
Still, I love being outside….I feel alive and awake when I am.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Raise your voice in song!
From my heart to your heart,
Linda
Just for you!
But I will eat it.
Just so you know.
TLC Cai-Cai
Sunday we get a call for help from some good “Car” friends…
Off we went to the desert a few miles from us
Oh! My! The road gave way and the jeep did too.
They were very lucky Brett was going slow, or the jeep would have flipped over.
Brett and Marianne had been stacking rocks under the tires; we got busy helping them build ‘a bridge’
Then it was time to hook it up
Slowly, slowly, very carefully
No jerking, no driving fast, slow and careful
Out!
The jeep is fine, Brett and Marianne fine, the doggies fine… everything turned out well.
AND
At one point I saw a rock heart….it was then I knew everything was going to work out the best way possible!
I’m so glad they called us and we were able to help stack the rocks (they were a huge secret to keeping the jeep on track). Terry and Brett knew just what and how to position everything and the speed at which to pull—the results were EXCELLENT!
We all get by with a little help from our friends!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A beautiful Downey Woodpecker
Sandhill Crane feathers are just lovely
They look grey until you see them in the sunlight
The red-mask is a lovely touch
These are very large birds…they stand about four feet tall.
These Quail are just darling —see the pheasant running off at the top of the photo?
I love the hawks and falcons who hunt across the farm.
But the most unexpected, (and lucky for me) thing was seeing a flock of Western Bluebirds!
They stopped for a search among the weeds for a bite to eat and I got a photo!
That was so exciting! Not a good photo, but still one!
Living here on the farm is such a good life for Terry and me.
We love it.
The work is hard and never-ending, but here is the secret, we Love it. The work, the farm, the everything—making up our daily life.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
We continued working in that unruly garden bed
Until we got down to just the large stump hiding in the old water tank
BUT! Wait! What is THAT!?!?!
Hopping along, in the turned over dirt, was the FIRST ROBIN of SPRING!
YAY!
Now when the Swallows appear we are fully back into the that shimmering, gossamer, gorgeous WARM time called SUMMER!
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,
Linda
Boomer and I took a walk-about yesterday, even though the wind was blowing sharp with a face stinging cold.
As I dropped down over the hills of the Upper End I stopped in wonder.
Dropping down to a sitting position, backing myself up to a crop of Chico and rabbit brush, I held my breath… the sight was a gift to behold.
The wind stirred the brush, and rustled the cattails in the marsh behind me, above me a Murder of crows passed their shrill cries loud, but part of the whole.
Even though the wind whined around me, flipping dust and little particles of debris on to my face and clothes, it was hard to leave. The clouds continued to thicken overhead, the spring storm I watched gather on the Uncompahgre Plateau, then move into the Rubidoux Canyon, was making it’s way toward Boomer and I.
Still I stayed. Boomer was somewhere over on the Sage Brush Hill, I could see him moving through the brush and weeds nose to the ground.
What sunlight we had was quickly darkening from all the heavy clouds boiling up from the Roubidoux Canyon, and spreading rapidly across my part of the sky.
Boomer and I were going to get drenched if I didn’t start moving soon!
Still I sat— until large wet, almost snow,— drops began to plummet from the clouds. Calling out to Boomer I picked myself up. Stowed my camera in my pocket. Raised my hand toward the Eagle and called, “THANK YOU! You Made my day!”
Rushing back home, Boomer and I…we both sorta ran, walked, ran, panted a lot …arriving before we were totally drenched.
Wet, but not too bad.
Just watching the huge spring storm washing it’s way toward us, then being gifted with the sight of that magnificent bird— lifted my heart! What a wonder to be so close to the wilderness, to be able to share in a small moment of time.
With love from my heart to your world,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 