WE HAVE BEGUN!!!
Well, actually Terry has begun, but it does impact me a slight bit. 🙂
CORN HARVEST!!!
2023!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
YAY! DOUBLE YAY! HIP HIP HOORAY! —- Thursday, November, 30, 2023
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A Mindy Adventure Story—Life Goes On, Friday, November, 27, 2020 Chapter Four
Chapter Four
Every day is just another day.
I patrol the farm constantly.
Working hard to keep Mom and Dad safe.
And those hens.
They are such silly girls; it is really hard to keep them safe.
I’ve tried.
Boomer always checked out the hen house and made sure the hens were safe so I tried to do the same thing also.
Let me tell you, it is just too hard.
I don’t think they have a brain in their heads.
So, I only go to the hen house now when they are NOT IN the hen house.
That way I can keep the hen house SAFE!
Yes, SAFE! You know there are MICE who like to live in the hen house and eat chicken food.
I make sure the mice become MY Food!
Anyway,
If Dad is outside I always,
I mean always,
Go to Dad and get Kitty pets and Kitty Rubs and Kitty Pick Up and Carries.
Sure, is nice.
After a while I make Dad let me down and I head off doing Mouse patrol.
Well, it was any day just like any other day….oh, not really, it was more any evening like any evening
WHEN
Suddenly two grey ghosts flew right past me; landing in the very Ancient Willow Tree.
I flung myself to the ground when they flew past.
Then I heard HOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOO WHOOOOOOO
OWLS!
OWLS! EAT! CATS!!! I started to bolt away when one of the owls silently lifted out of the tree and headed in my direction.
I ran as fast as I could to the, now empty canal, dove under the grass hanging over the side of the now-empty canal just in the nick of time, as I felt the swoosh of feathers passing over me.
Dancing in Sunrays—Wednesday, November, 29, 2017
The amazing sky—never empty–nor a void either
Never a void, scudding clouds make the last rays of sunshine a page out of a coloring book
Walking in vibrantly stained air is sometimes like walking in a molten shower of color
And honestly…not only does it make my heart sing; my soul seems alive!
My eyes delight in the brilliantly painted skies, which fling shadows shaded in blacks and grays
I hope you are (also) able to wander outside and capture the sun within the beats of your heart!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Storm Heading In–Thursday, November, 20, 2014
Yesterday afternoon the clouds started to skim across the sky stretching and cooling down everything under them.
Gradually they thickened and thickened, long frontal cirrostratus(is that the correct name for snow producing clouds?) clouds giving Terry and I the feeling that snow was about to happen. Although, the weather people were saying not.
This morning we woke to clear skies and the ever present cold 17*. But a storm is predicted to be in here for the weekend.
Today we are bright and sunny! Still I can see those same frontal cirrostratus clouds being pushed toward us over the Uncompahgre Plateau. (Un-come-pah-gray—a Ute Indian word meaning: (take your pick; rocks made red by water, rocks that make water red, or just plain dirty water. 🙂 ) A winter storm is predicted to arrive here Friday night bringing with it snow for Saturday, Sunday and Monday. After that our daytime highs will shift down a notch from the mid 40’s to the mid 30’s. The slide into the long, dark days of winter has begun. And it’s early! Those of you getting slammed with snow are very aware of that —-winter has arrived; albeit several weeks early.
The corn is still checking out dry on the top end of the field and very dry in the middle, but the bottom end is W.E.T.! 17%. We continue to wait. If this snow goes around us and isn’t too wet (right here) possibly the ends of the fields will dry down enough we can start on Monday, or Tuesday, or Wednesday…hummm, next week sometime. 🙂
I thank each one of you for your continued concern and encouraging words and magic thoughts that soon, very soon, the corn dries down enough we can get this years harvest in.
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,
Linda
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