The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty, TLC Cai-Cai, and Mr. Hobbs on Friday—-Singing the Song of My People —- Friday, March 6, 2026

This was taken earlier yesterday.

The moon was so beautiful last night that Mom and I had to go for a walkabout

Silver light flooded the land, causing tree limbs to look tangled and twisted as we walked

A high wind rippled clouds across the moon’s face

Causing the Moon to dip and melt into the swiftly moving clouds

The light stretched and flowed

I had to stop and SING the song of the canine people—

Mom told me that it was so mournful, and sad, and beautiful all at once.

I told Mom I just had to voice my soul to the moon.

Boo Berry Betty BROWN

 

We Have Sun and We Have Winter— Thursday, March 6, 2025

(from the archives)

It looked like this Tuesday morning

(archive photo—but pretty accurate.  Thick in some spots from the wind and not so much in others)

But it soon melted.  Although we had a terribly cold wind.  March is always such a fickle month.  Don’t ya think?

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

No Matter What the Weather is Doing —-Wednesday, March 6, 2024

The critters know IT IS SPRING TIME!!!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Backbone of the Woodstove —Monday, March 6, 2023

Is getting the logs split and into the stove!

We do it together– he lifts and splits. I take the splits and stack!

Then haul it into the house. (I like to use the rounds and the splits as a mix in the firebox)

Wood…it’s been a fall/winter/ early Spring continuing job.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

SHHHHHHHHH, Sit Quietly with Me, Please —-Sunday, March 6, 2022

Sit quietly with me please

Watching the Sandhill Cranes picking through the cow poop

Watch in silence; no one likes to be disturbed at breakfast.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday— Can You Find the Kitty? Friday, March 6, 2020

I can hide Very, VERY, VERY well.

See if you can find me.

Look closely.

Look closer!

YES!

There I am!

Mindy the hidden Kitty cat!

Look What We Found—-Wednesday, March 6, 2019

In working on one of the old buildings here on the farm,

We found an old steam iron.  It must have been put out there to prop up a door or even to store, but over time it fell into the dirt and was buried.

How cool this is.  And what an amazing thing to iron with!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Finding Your Place in the World—-Tuesday, March 6, 2018

(a coyote running quickly through the yard)

I have wondered and wondered, for years, what is my purpose in life, what am I good at doing,  is there anything I really can say is me?  Any talent? Any real skill?  Anything….?

So thinking about what I like–what I really like–is to be one with the natural world. There isn’t any money in it, nor is there power or prestige….but there so much joy for me.

What I really love to do is point out to you my observances of the natural world.

Even as a child I spent hours by myself, playing in the creek behind our house, sitting in the Silver-leafed Maple in the back yard, laying in the ditches in the fall (I put my coat in the ditch, than lay myself down on the coat and watched the leaves of the Cherry trees tremble and flutter in the autumn winds), reading in the sand box — feet propped on the the trunk of the Silver-leafed Maple, Queenie, our Border Collie at my side, my hair getting dirty in the sandbox…

I love sharing with you that joyous immersion of nature we, as farmers, experience.

To help you stand with me, along the margins of that line between earth and sky

To help you breathe in the warmth of our day

Or the scents of the night wafting on the breezes

To show you that stunning moon stretching fathomless away, — way among the spheres of stars, in worlds that gods walk, and starlight showers down, like petals falling from over-blown roses

 

I want to draw your eyes and hearts upward, beyond those thoughts that farmers are dull and stupid and dumb…tillers of the soil with no real ablity in their heads, no real ambitions, no real interest in living.

I hope that I can, with this daily blog, lift your hearts, your minds, and your souls to the music of the earth, the light of the sun, and the moon in the tree shadows.

(Some of my photos on today’s post are from my past photos.)

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Everything’s on Hold—-Monday, March 6, 2017

ring-necked-dove

Yesterday a huge wind blew in.  A huge, blustery wind…a wind complete with 40 m.p.h. gusts.

babysitter-cowThe air was so wild and throbbing it left all of us breathless and feeling as if we could float away weightless in the trembling power of the wind.  The wind so harsh and strong it felt like everything would blow away.  Even the trees were groaning in despair.

sunrise

This morning’s sunrise eased the throbbing of the night

snow-and-wind

Snow arrived whispering to all of us winter is still here.  Rubbing the edges of the night— as it faded into day, making the air feel like sandpaper.

tractor-workAll outside work has come to a stop.

 

Tally-waving-to-Grandpa(This is an old photo, but I loved her look of wonder.  We were taking a train ride to Glenwood Springs, Colorado when I took this.)

One of the pulsing beats of our collective hearts arrived last night to spend the day and night with us.  We will take her to Grand Junction, Colorado this afternoon to her violin lessons; afterwhich her Mom will pick her up and take her back to Parachute, Colorado.

Sometimes things come along which are— just the answer to what “to do” when the weather stops work. 🙂

From our world to your heart!

Linda

 

Common Things—Sunday, March 6, 2016

I saw my first Robin yesterday.  It was early morning, then in the afternoon I saw another one. Two Robins.  One at our place and one down at our other place. Spring is here!

Many of the other birds have  started coming back, some I just don’t know the name of, but recognize them as Spring birds.  The last to arrive will be the Swallows.  Once the Swallows appear it will be full on Spring, without a hint of winter.

Stopping-By

Every morning we wake up to a smattering of Canada Geese…stopping by of an evening to rest and feed upon the corn fields.

Sand-Hill-Cranes-1The Sandhill Cranes leave the upper cornfields late morning heading North.  For some reason the two bird species do not share the same area of the farm.  Also the geese leave early, early in the morning and the cranes about an hour after sunrise.

I love to stand and watch them.  Boomer has learned to sit quietly by my side so I can take photos, his ears cocked, watching with interest. Still enough I can hear the beating of my heart.

Baby

After the birds fly away Boomer and walk back home.  Through the cows and the calves.

Sometimes it’s just these still moments that blaze themselves upon our hearts and brain, allowing us to recall them in complete detail for the rest of our lives.  Small little moments of peace and contentment.

From my world to your heart,

Linda