The Wind Came Again and Again and Again — Monday, May 9, 2022

We are having HUGE wind storms

Dirt fills the air, the sky, and our eyes

It blows fast enough, and hard enough that I almost tip over into the ditches several times

It ruffled the hen’s feathers—in general giving all us headaches.

Gradually it dies down (to return tomorrow)

Gradually we are waking up to truly warmer days full of sunshine!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Etta Sweet Etta —- Thursday, May 9, 2019

With a very sad, sad heart Boomer’s Sweet Friend

and Dog Cousin —the life of the party….always ready to do fun things—like going sledding with kids, singing songs, and giving Boomer kisses

Left our world…taking the Sparkle from our lives.

Rest peacefully, Sweet Girl.  The Gods have you safe now.

Etta Pony Brown-Butero

July 2015-May 2019

An Wondrous Gift from Minnesota—Wednesday, May 9, 2018

“The whole earth was brimming sunshine that morning.  She tripped along, the clear sky pouring liquid blue into her soul.”-  Theodore Dreiser, Sister Carrie

After a walk down the long lane to the mailbox, I opened the little door to the mailbox and found a package sitting there waiting for me.

Looking at the return address I realized it had come all the way from Minnesota…Connie, from the Far Side of Fifty blog

Had a fun wee contest on the leaving of winter in her neck of the woods.  She actually had two contests.

Anyway I won one  and what an amazing prize I received

A beautiful hand-created card

And this amazing wood carving of a darling little house (I can even put a light in the back to light up the windows).

Craving wood is an amazing art…to look at a piece of wood and ‘see’ what it is trying to tell you what it wants to be—then tiny shaving, by tiny bit being able to bring the wood to into life as a new object is wonderful.

Thank you so much, Connie!



Time Passes Quickly, Like a Summer Cloud—Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Terry is creasing the corn fields now…knocking off the tops of the rows so the corn doesn’t have to grow through too much soil.

Everyday, twice or more times a day we are changing water.

Terry has started the last fields to plant pinto beans, then we have one more field to plant into alfalfa.

The days are long…way into the night right now…but passing fast.

We are making headway…my circle garden in now complete and planted. No longer the derelict western prairie graveyard it WAS looking like.  If the seeds grow, fingers crossed it should soften up.

I am thinking it will look sort of like this garden in time.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




Our Days are Full of Gray-Blue Light—Monday, May 9, 2016

It’s raining here.  Has been for two days.  The weather people say it will rain at least until Tuesday.

Today Terry turned the irrigation water off. It’s too muddy to walk on the ditch banks.  To turn the irrigation water off is a very strange occurrence once it is turned on.

It’s extremely chilly outside, the air so fresh it will make you cough, if you take a good lungful of it.  The  trees are dripping, water sits on everything; running in rivulets off the eaves.

humming.jpgWe only have four little hummingbirds.  This photo is on May 13th a couple of years or so ago.  We have aways to go to reach this level of activity.

The sky is still lowering as I write; clouds black in the west and dark grey in the morning east.  It’s cold enough I want to start a fire in the fireplace, although we do have the furnace up and going.

Oh well, rain is good for so many things I will just enjoy it.  The weather people also say major heat is following these series of cold rain storms.


Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Thursday, May 9, 2013

It is still raining here.  I’m still not complaining, just stating a fact.  The weatherman says it will be in here until Sunday and then turn off hot.


Even though it is raining irrigation goes on.  The water is set morning and evening.  Although we have rain the rain has only soaked into —  maybe 1/2 inch of soil —so we continue irrigation.  I know it seems illogical but that is how it works.  Seeds are planted 2-21/2 inches into the soil, they must be wet to sprout and then after that they must have water to the roots, which are even deeper than where the seed started.

So the irrigation continues rain or shine.  The ditch banks are sure slick, I fell twice jumping over the cement ditch with a load of siphon tubes, nothing hurt but wet clothes and more mud.  🙂


Fuzzy was really funny when we went to get gas for the 530…we had a tire in the back we needed to take to dump  which he delighted in sitting in.


Silly, cute dogie.

Today I am off for a treat!  I am going with my oldest granddaughter on a second grade field trip to Pioneer Town in Cedaredge, Colorado.  We will ride the bus together, tour the town together, then we eat lunch at the park and ride back to the school in Delta.  Then I will get to take her out and we can have the rest of the afternoon together.

Rather cool, don’t you think?

Hope your Thursday is just as fun!