I Think About the Old Gods Sometimes — Tuesday, March 4, 2025

While Terry was cutting up a downed tree, I started thinking about the gifts of the Ancient Peoples. (I can’t help but I can be there if he gets hurt)

(from the archives)

I think they were right—-there is a magic, and an etheral force everywhere— in the rivers, the canals, the lakes,

(from my archives)

They encourage and bring to us the growth of the fields

(Fuzzy’s dark forest at the Back Forty of our place)

They sing in the woods.

They gather around us all the time—in fur form, or sunlight dappling,

or something so beautiful we stand amazed. The old Gods gather at the edges of our eyes—if we turn quickly, we can sometimes see them.

Yes they are there–to bring us the gifts of amazing wonder every day of our lives.

“The brightest hour of unborn Spring

Bending from Heaven,

In azure mirth, it kissed the forehead of the Earth,

and Smiled upon the silent seas.”–Percy Bysshe Shelley 

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Future is Getting Shorter and Shorter as I Age—Sunday , March 3, 2024

The endless opportunity throughout each era of our ages is diminishing, for me.

So until that end time comes…I am going to enjoy each and every moment of each and every day with in all the years left!!  (Yes! I am planning on MORE years 🙂 )

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Adventures of TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—Farm Life Series, Chapter 15, The Fourth Season, Fall, or Autumn, Friday, March 4, 2022

Fall announces itself with the first, very cooling, very refreshing rain. That can happen anytime after September into October.

You see, September is still HOT here. Maybe not as hot as October, but it still is warm enough Mom is singing a happy song.

As September drifts along (yes, Dad and I think September moves slowly, the nights start to cool down, then the days get slightly cooler until we get to OCTOBER!

Now if you were to look upon the mountains surrounding our mesa you could see the ‘Colors starting to change.  Seeing the colors change means for certain and sure we are in AUTUMN!

By the last Sunday of September, the colors in the mountains are ‘at their peak’ causing everyone who lives below the colors to ‘take a drive’.  To see the colors, as they say.

Here on the farm, September means the last of the irrigation is being accomplished. First, one cornfield is finished up (Dad watches the corn kernels to see how hard they are—if they are hard, hard, hard that means the corn can not take in any more water.  The plant is done. Finished for the growing season.  To keep watering is just a waste of time and effort.) Then the next cornfield and so on, until all the cornfields are DONE for THE Year!

After that, all irrigation is concentrated on the alfalfa fields.

Alfalfa has a GREAT BIG TAPROOT, that must have a nice drink of water to go into the winter.  Or the plant will die.  Also, Dad likes for the alfalfa plant to have a nice growth on top, several inches of growth to help the plant survive.

After a heavy freeze comes then the plant is sleeping safely for next year.  That is when the cows arrive to munch down the alfalfa leaves.

Anyway, back to Autumn.  Autumn comes here when all the Cottonwoods turn to gold, the days are warm (NOT HOT) and the nights are cool.

As October progresses to November Mom starts hauling in firewood to make warm toasty fires in the evening.

Oh, yes.  Fall smells good.  The weeds are drying down, the trees are dropping their leaves, the sporadic rains cleanse the earth.

Fall.  It also means HARVEST!

We will leave Harvest for the next installment of the Seasons.  Along with more of my thoughts on weather.

Until then—

TLC Cai-Cai

One Step, Two Step, Away We Go —- Thursday, March 4, 2021

Terry finished digging out the headgate to the point rows and the horse pasture

The kids had their handprints in it :).  Evan (our son) is showing here.  1981 the headgate went in.

The point rows are gone!

Groundwork has begun!

Here he is disking up the corn stalks.

We are on our way!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Time Tumbling Forward Stretching Each of Us Toward the Future—Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Sometimes my mind likes to race toward the future…not that I LIKE to race toward the future,

But my mind sure does.

And it (my mind) seems to leap and tear around mercilessly

At night when I’m supposed to be sleeping.

The thoughts dipping and spreading slowly, at first, then by three in the morning

Rushing here there and everywhere

Sliding around in the old head like oil spilling out of a tipped over can

Nighttime thoughts…sigh!

Everything always looks so much better in the morning.

For then you have understanding, there are no borders; wandering thoughts can’t survive…action takes the place of worry.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Behind—-Monday, March 4, 2019

The farming season is taking a long time to begin.  The earth is still wet; filled with mud, ice and snow lying in the shadows

If it were a normal year, Terry would be out on the land disking in the corn stalks and getting ready to plow—–yes, most farmers still plow here, it’s all about the type of soil on a farm

We are thickly covered in clouds today, although, there is hope for scattered sunshine

And it’s cold. The wind, you know, goes right through a body.

As wet as we are Terry is thinking it will be at least two more weeks before a tractor can get out there and begin…I guess we wait.

There really isn’t anything anyone can do until the weather gods say COME ON SUN, it’s time for Spring to begin!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Lion of March Enters—-Sunday, March 4, 2018

The hard frozen ground of winter is giving way to spring.

The crunch of leaves is gone…leaving soft leaves of mush, and long-ago brittle twigs even drier than when they first fell from the trees

The big birds are migrating now.

The large flocks, which slept on the farm over-night, are starting to shrink to smaller flocks.  The air, in early morn and late evening ring with sounds rippling through the air –the songs of their flights


All the snow is gone…the wind having dried the ground.

Only patches remain here and there.

Although, the wind today is strong, I never mind the wind.  I actually I am one of those rare people who likes the wind.  I love feeling it on my face, in my hair, swirling around me in all directions.

Once, when I was a child, I took the black plastic that covered ensilage pits; tied each end to my arms and legs (behind me) and turned myself into the wind—I became a human KITE!

The wind blows most of spring, in our area (March through June), —we are surrounded by mountains on all four sides—wind is necessary to melt the snow, stir the sap, dry out the ground, open the earth for growth.

Today my heart lifts with the birds in the sky—I can feel the faint movement of velvet Spring not far off now!

From my Heart to your world,

Linda

 

 

Monday, March 4, 2013

Not lots happening here.  It’s rained off and on for two days…I should be able to go out and start to find green shoots of something coming up.  The rain has pretty much melted off all the old snow, which is good.  Now we have mud…one step closer to farm and yard work!

Once we get dry enough down here we will get out on the ground and start.

Yippee!

The talk is all about water, (I’m sure you are not surprised) but it is snowing in the mountains and now they (the Ditch Company people) are thinking…just thinking at this point…that WHEN they turn on the water they will start at 60% instead of 50%.

I always smile when I hear the men fretting and worrying, because I have a HUGE Secret…MAGIC THOUGHTS!

All of you in blog land are sending MAGIC THOUGHTS to our reservoirs in Gunnison County —Taylor Park Reservoir and Blue Mesa Reservoir.

Since all of you started with the MAGIC THOUGHTS we have gone from 50% to POSSIBLY 60% !!!

How very exciting.  And the weather forecast shows more rain for us on Friday, which should mean SNOW IN THE HIGH COUNTRY!!!

Thank you all very much!

Linda