The Leaves and I, Playing in the Wind —- Wednesday, November 16, 2022

It is just a tiny thing—the blowing of the leaves from the trees and bushes

But—standing in the middle of the falling, dancing, blowing leaves

It feels immense. And marvelous! and Oh, so wonderful!

Just me, the earth, the wind, and crisp dancing leaves.

From my heart to your world,


Huddled Down for the Winter — Tuesday, November 16, 2021

As I was picking up the orange dams, I came across a whole pile of

Wooly worms, all curved up, in a deep sleep

I gathered each one up and walked them over to a pile of wood boards we use off and on in the canals and ditches

There I placed them, one-by-one to sleep away the dark Winter.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


As the Daylight Shortens —- Monday, November 16, 2020

The skittering clouds traveled willingly away from us

Bringing beautiful clear skies the next day

During the silence of the night

(Caught on the game camera)

The deer arrived to enjoy snacks and safety with the cows

The farm has a loud and marvelous heartbeat—-if one just listens.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



GHOST!?!—Thursday, November 16, 2017


Sometimes the world of dreams is alive and present here in our daily living

That other world is there…spreading ripples through out the air

But we have a tendency discount the presence of a twin world…turning the mist into something more ordinary


Still a look out the corner of your eye catches that ‘something’, which hangs in the alertness of the air

If only…only we would turn quickly enough…if only we looked hard enough…

We could see the wind picking up  mundane corn leaves telling us there are others around us….here.

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From my world to your heart,



Gay November Sunshine—Wednesday, November 16, 2016


Yesterday, it was just Boomer, myself and the two cats:  Sammy and Min-Min.  Terry was away doing important things not connected to the farm.


It was a beautiful bright fall day, the air was crisp and warm and the sky the most amazing blue.

as-the-sun-setsThen as the sun set the sky turned into the color of a joyfully blowing leaf..causing me to rush to different parts of the yard to capture the golden light

golden-lightThen the sun sank below the Uncompahgre (Un-come-pah-gray, accent on the pah) Plateau and the first stars of the evening popped out. The air was decidedly cool.

Today we woke-up to clouds, with a promise of rain in the air.  The weather people are saying to plan on rain and light dusting of snow, in our area…more snow in the higher areas tomorrow.

We are hearing the Upper Country and the Mountains are very dry…moisture will be a good thing.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



A Cold Bitter Sunday, November 16, 2014

It was 16* with a wind chill of 8* when I got up before first light.  The wind is STILL whistling and howling and it cold. I know cold is relative, but for us…this is cold!

Evening-of-blueYesterday was so miserable with spitting snow and rain and sleet blown in sideways (although it didn’t stick —just miserable) Terry said enough and parked the truck and the combine.  Of course today we do nothing but what has to be done.

Two of our grandchildren and their Dad are here—JOY!!!! But will be leaving after lunch sometime today.  Their weather showed -15* when I checked this morning….whew!  That is cold!


We had another sadness in our fur pack–Balou, our oldest granddog joined Fuzzy ‘in the land-beyond’ this weekend. Balou had been with our oldest daughter for a long long time.  It;s always, always, always hard to to lose a fur kid.  Balou…a most kind and gentle Rottweiller!

Off now to gather in firewood and put a ham in the oven.  I always like to send everyone back home with a good meal, and enough food for lunches for a couple of days.  The little family will be back for two weeks at Christmas; it will good to have the house across the way full of life again.  The corn will be gone by that time, so Hank can sit at the back fence and talk to Boomer, he might even ramble over for so good dog conversation.  There will be lights on at night and a warm fire going…during the days I’m sure the kids will be with us off an on and even spend the nights.  Just like old times.  For two weeks it will feel ‘normal’ again.


Keep warm everyone—and if you are in the part of the world that has warmth…get out and enjoy the sunshine… my heart will be with you!

Your friend,