A Corner Turned — Monday, May 10, 2021

It’s been intense the last several days

Very!

But, after four trips to the Emergency Room,

A three day stay in the hospital

Lots and lots of tests

Finally, the last Doctor called for the right test

The surgeon arrived—the pain conquered.

We are now home.

Healing is the next step.

Home!

Both of us.

The stress level is gone, the despair pulling both of us into an abyss of worry and fear—over!

Thank heavens!

After all the farm, the yard, and my life…all run on Terry. 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

I Wish You a Happy Mother’s Day —- Sunday, May 10, 2020

Happy Mother’s Day to each and every one of you

To those who are mothers of humans

Fur and Wool babies

And every single female who makes a nest, which protects and warms hearts near and far.

Love you, ALL!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

The Scent of Ozone Sharp in the Air—-Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Yesterday was a cold, chill day…with threatening rain clouds, splashes of rain striking, in huge sploshes on the dry soil, and the collective sigh of all green things opening up for the possibility of rain.

Still the ground stayed dry enough Terry could continue leveling on the Middle field

Making it back into the farm yard,  while the lightening flashed and burst  way, way over there on the Uncompahgre Plateau.

One last check of the water before another patch of dark rain splattered and darkened the earth.

The sunrise this morning was stunning.  The Gray velvet veils of clouds had lightened and the silent, jagged forks of lightning way over on the rim of the western sky—- gone.

The enchantment of a new day, after a storm is just beautiful!

The clean fresh air, the smell of watered soil, the shining washed leaves—the brilliant burst of sunlight coming through wildly colored clouds…humbles me and causes me to give heartfelt THANKS for being allowed to be alive — to enjoy each and every day.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Corn Dinner Pheasant Style—-Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Pheasant-holes-1Terry, Boomer and I walked out to the middle field, to check on how the corn was doing.  I lugged along my yellow bucket of soaked corn.  We soak up dried corn; making it soft so the pheasants and deer will eat it instead of eating the sprouted seeds.

I missed a couple of days due to the rain and extreme mud.  That is all it took…see those holes…that is pheasant beaks pecking into the row looking for just sprouting corn.

Pheasant-holes-2This is an up close and personal hole…you can even see the little roots left after those starving pheasant cobbled up the soft corn.

Sigh!

Anyway…I scattered 40 pounds of nice soft corn everywhere I could see pheasant poop. It will keep them busy for two days, after which I will take more up to them.  Once the little leaves make it to the surface the pheasants will leave the corn alone.

The next worry won’t occur until the corn starts to grow an ear, then the deer come out in force…nothing yummier to deer than the corn silks.

Gabol's-QuailI saw this delightful little Gambol’s Quail when I was scattering seed.  These little birds will enjoy some soft corn also. I love hearing their calls.  Go here to hear them for yourself.

The rains are leaving today.  The earth is green and rich and lush.  The time has come for me to get busy outside again.

I hope your day is a good one!

Your friend,

Linda

 

Fooled—Sunday, May 10, 2015

For a short time yesterday, I thought the rains and the clouds had gone away…to come back another day.

Raining-Again-2So I started to hang my clothes on the  clothes line to dry….FOOLED!  The rains came down and down and down—again!

!This cold miserable weather even has the summer birds wondering why in the world did they come back so quickly–it feels like winter.

We even have the wood stove going again it’s so cold.

2Although, I must admit, everything is greening up and looking lovely (if we don’t get a freeze) and the weeds are in heaven!

Today the renters move in!  I am doing a Happy, Happy Dance. A joyous dance! YAY!

Your friend in a wet and soggy world,

Linda