Fate — Thursday, November 19, 2020

Our early morning skies are full of clouds….lots of clouds

Gradually the tumbling clouds break apart

Slowly ever so slowly

Clearing the skies—Causing sunlight to flood across the land

That is when I saw it!  a sundog!  Heralding the call that much colder weather will soon slither its way

And unfurl upon our area.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

In the Golden Indian Summer Days —- Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Before the huge storm blows in tonight or tomorrow, or whenever it happens to hit

(The weather people are clanging the warning bell, even as I write this)

(The alfalfa is frozen, but still showing color)

I thought I would show you the last flickering lights of our Indian Summer paradise—a wee piece of afternoon warmth before the temperatures plunging into December levels and pale wintery sunlight

We are very dry again. Although the shadows on the road are lovely.

The unharvested corn has gone from golden to pale yellow

I saw a possible Sundog, as Mindy and Boomer and I were taking a wee walkabout.

Storm coming in they say….maybe so, only time will tell. (As my Momma used to say)

Until then it is a beautiful Indian Summer.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

Corn Harvest 2018—Monday, November 19, 2018

After several days of harvesting

Moving up and down rows; filling the truck, then hauling it to the elevator

We can give thanks that 2018

Harvest has finished.  The combine and truck cleaned up and serviced.  Put safely away for the year!

The only thing left now is to put the farm to bed.

Then the cows come! YA!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

Finally Finished—-Sunday, November 19, 2017

“Everyone thinks you make mistakes when you are young.  But I don’t think we make any fewer when we are grown up.” — Jodi Picoult

Finally…after working a little here and there all late spring, through the summer, and just now finishing in late fall I can finally say “DONE!”

It’s just a kit.  But for me and my skills it was a fun evening past time.

I’m also glad it’s finished.  That white rose was terribly hard to do with all the different shading and subtle use of color.  I (very much) enjoyed the big bold colors of all the other flowers. 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Love Over Fear–Guest Post—Thursday, November 19, 2015

I think Uncle Spike has said this the best of anything I’ve read. Thanks Uncle Spike! May you and yours remain safe!

Uncle Spike's Adventures

The level of response generated by my previous post, Perspective & Humanity, was reassuring, pretty much supportive and mostly from my usual clan of faithful blogging correspondents. My follower numbers did drop a bit (15 or so I think), which was as to be expected, but let’s just say that I’m getting to the point where I know what matters to me.

Anyway, suffice it to say, I think you know where I’m coming from regarding these recent, or shall we say ongoing, atrocities at the hands of these numbnuts with the black flag and their mandatory brain cell count of <12. In actuality, they are probably not that thick at all; in fact they seem highly organised, so therefore I guess just plain evil, rather than stupidly misguided then.

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One of my mutual followers, Suzanne, is a French Canadian who also lived in Paris, and so her commentary…

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A Very Strange Harvest —Wednesday, November 19, 2014

UnloadingYesterday there were 40 trucks in line to unload their corn.  The wait was long, long, long. Most of the trucks are semi’s with belly dumps so it goes fast ONCE they get there.

BUT….the corn harvest has turned out to be another one of those terribly hard to ‘dry down the corn’ years.  Everyone is struggling and frustrated.  The joke is we will be doing corn in January —OH! LET US HOPE NOT!

A field will test dry then as they get to different area, within the SAME field, the moisture content zooms up and the harvest has to stop.

Into-the-truckSo we do what we can, then wait until the moisture drops and start all over again.  Terry is out checking all the fields now…a sample here and a sample there…at the end of the field, in the middle of the field, in a random spot.   You sure don’t want to combine wet corn, have it turned down at the elevator and then lose the whole load because it molds.  We could get the drying granaries ready, but Terry much prefers to haul straight the elevator.  Keeps the crop costs down (electricity to run the big dryer) and we don’t have to load the bins, then get back in and unload them.  Unloading a grain bin is TONS of work—we’ve reached an age where back breaking work is something we don’t want to do anymore.

Yes we use a auger to get the corn out of the bin, but you still have to get inside and scoop out the last of of the corn.

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Anyway…life goes on.  The other house is done, until the furnace is put in; now we will need to look for a renter.  But that process won’t start until we get the furnace in.  It will be nice to find just the right person who would like to live in the country, take care of a lawn, and maybe enjoy an animal or two in the corrals…our daughter and family had goats.

Today I’m still setting up Christmas…I’m thinking the tree…it’s fake so I can set it up anytime and enjoy the lights.  (It’s the lights I love).  (Or I’ll be helping Terry…we will see)

Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,

Linda