It’s the small things that make our world so beautiful!
It really is.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
March’s Full Moon in the Vapor of Clouds— Thursday, March 9, 2023
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The Adventures of TLC Cai-Cai on Wednesday—Farm Life Series, Chapter 16, The Fourth Season, Fall, or Autumn, Wednesday, March 9, 2022
Something that happens in the Fall, is a true mystery to me.
The birds leave!
All the Summer Song Birds!
There is not one left.
Although, we do have some birds who stay here, but they aren’t the same sweet tasting sounding birds of Summer. Boy, don’t let Mom know I wrote that…I crossed it out so she can’t see. Do NOT tell her! Eating birds is something that ALWAYS gets me in trouble.
If Mom sees my catch one, she runs very fast and scares me so I drop the bird. Then Mom grabs the bird and takes it someplace where I can’t find it.
Mom and I have a thing about Me eating birds!!!
Anyway, the birds leave.
And lots of bugs seem to leave, although those nasty wasps seem to stay year-round.
And Spiders.
We never get rid of spiders. I got a spider bite so bad Mom had to take me to the vet.
Anyway, the next installment will be the WORK of AUTUMN!
TLC Cai-Cai
The March Winds have Arrived — Tuesday, March 9, 2021
Lifting last year’s fallen leaves high, high into the air. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Day Two — Tile Line Repair and Replacement —- Monday, March 9, 2020
Day Two started with finding where the tile line crossed under the fence and into the yard
When the Tile Line was first laid (many, many, many years ago) there was a marker placed near the fence line…..that is where the backhoe started digging.
Bingo! Right on!
Then it was time for the boring machine. Water was pumped through the drill pipes causing the old tile to be reamed out—all dirt, roots, broken tiles, and tree roots cut and moved out the way
It was fascinating to watch and to feel it move way deep underground. (You can see the puddle of water, which was left as the first drill pipe headed into the tile line.
We chose the boring machine route, to save digging up the lawn, thereby saving all the old trees, bushes, and the fences.
The Orange marks are showing the way the boring machine is moving. Pretty cool.
It took lots of time, in a slow and steady fashion, but THERE IT IS! It came through perfectly
Then it was time to move into the goat pen to create a new straight ditch
We had to have him dig out the old waste ditch and create a new straight ditch for the new pipe we were going to be installing.
Now back to the tile line and the boring head. The smaller reaming head had to be changed for the
Larger reaming head, with larger holes for jetting the water and the capability to pull the new pipe through.
Remember the old tile line pipe was crumbled and broken requiring this very necessary and expensive repair and replacement.
Here is a closer look at the smaller head
The worker changing out the smaller head to the larger head.
Once the heads were changed it was time to pull the larger head BACK through the smaller hole to make the tunnel large enough for the pipe to go through.
Slowly, slowly it was pulled back all the way under the lawn, clear to the beginning.
Then it was sent back through, cleaning and clearing the way, so the pipe would slide through easily.
Well, wouldn’t you know? There was an old culvert being used as part of the tile line somewhere under the lawn or the road. Out it came with all the metal twisted upon the head.
By this time it was late afternoon and everyone was tired. The idea of removing that old culvert, getting the new pipe ready, and starting the pull was going to wait until tomorrow.
Stay tuned for the really interesting next day…the PIPE!
See you tomorrow!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
From First Light Until Way Past Last Light—-Thursday, March 9, 2017
We start early this time of year…Just before First Light
and end way after the sunlight has washed from the sky
Terry has moved from disking into plowing. (Yes, we still plow. Terry and I are firm believers of the re-building the soil, with last year’s old stalks.
We don’t burn off the land, nor do we do no-till. No-till dosen’t work in our area, although it has been tried here. We have tried also—the only part of the farm that is not plowed is last year’s bean ground—and, of course the hay fields, unless they are to be replanted.)
Our books are now done and at the CPA, all my housework is finally caught up—
And I have begun the spring yard work. Sure is lots of ‘stuff’ to be raked and cleaned and readied for planting next month.
We were so tired last night we fell asleep in our chairs.
Around 4 in the morning I woke–ready to start the day…shish (I’ve moved to daylight saving time in my body) the moon was just about to set. My window was filled with stars, a sort of hazy luminous cloud mist was starting to wisp across the moon, the black-velvet of the night slowing fading into indigo,
Lifting my heart in gladness. We are all so lucky…you and I…to be able to live in this amazingly beautiful world.
Later on—after the work started outside—the sun brighten the clouds, in the east calling all to ‘wake-up’ a new day is beginning!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The Light —a Thing of Beauty—Wednesday, March 9, 2016
The sun rising. The birds chattering and sending medleys of sound through out the day.
I’m very much looking forward to Daylight Savings Time. Terry and I have already switched. We are up early, early and then tired early.
Our neighbors are still burning. You can see it drifting up over our mesa from the valley floor just below us. I’m ready for burn season to end. 😦 I do try to keep a positive look on things, just so my soul and mind stay balanced, but burn season is always such a worry.
The tender spring buds on the trees are brilliant in the bright blue. The branches of the trees are still mostly bare against the skies…but the promise of new life is there.
Last evening as the sun set, Terry and I watched the sun sinking behind the Uncompahgre Plateau (Un-come-pah-gray—accent on the pah) The fading day robed in pink and purple glory.
The long shafts of the sinking sun burst through the air, lighting up the new little white calves in brilliant flashes of white.
Our nights are still frigid…but a freshness moves through the icy air promising growth, green things, newness…Life.
We stayed watching the night creep up, the cool air wrapping itself around us, then when the light reached it’s peak of stunning beauty (just before all color fades) we turned and walked back to the house and the waiting super in the crock pot…full of contentment.
Love,
Linda
The Sky—Thursday, March 9, 2015
“The sky is the daily bread of the eyes”: —Ralph Waldo Emerson
Oh, how right Mr. Emerson is!
Today Terry and I are driving to Rifle, Colorado, to pick up our oldest granddaughter. Linkin is missing us and asked if she could come stay several days …Thursday through Sunday.
There was NO hesitation on our part! YES! We will be there. Terry was a little concerned with Linkin missing school, but she is top of her class—a couple of days spent with her grandparents won’t hurt her school work. I will just have to make sure she gets her homework done, if she has any.
We will meet her parents back in Rifle on Sunday sending a ‘refreshed’ little girl home until spring break at the end of this month.
The neighbor’s (across the way from the other house) cat has had kitten’s over in the barn at our other house. The three little kitten’s will be four weeks old when we pick up Linky…they are purr-fect for a cat-loving 10 year old little girl to spend lots of quality time petting. The Momma cat is very loving and a nice sharer of her kittens; I thinking the Momma will enjoy lots of loving also.
With great joy,
Your friend,
Linda
Waning Moon—Monday, March 9, 2015
The moon is starting to morph into a different look, not as full, coming up later in the evening and much later in the day.
It’s still really beautiful. The early dawn gave the moon a slight pink shade as it slid under the rim of the Uncompahgre Plateau. (Un-come-pah-gray—-accent on the pah.)
You can see more of the houses on the flat lands just before their ground drops off into Robideaux Canyon…you can also see the edge of our mesa (and farm) at the end of the corn field.
It’s up there clear above the snow packed slick canyon walls Mr. Davis and his daughter’s cows will spend their summer days.
Off now to go work in the old coal room. Soon it will become a much different room. (Terry and I hope). If we don’t go down there, we will start hauling dirt to build ditches with and to level out some of the fields. Seems like we have way too much stuff to do right now.
Hope your day is a good one!
Your Friend,
Linda
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