Mom said she was too full from yesterday and needed a wee walkabout.
So off we all went–to look at this and that
We searched for mice, and grasshoppers, and walked here and there.
Then it was home again, home again, home again.
Walkabouts are fun! Sometimes I don’t even have to walk.
TLC
(and Boo Berry)
Tom Turkey. He was such a pet. After much time he got too big for hanging around; he then went to live with a man who took him everywhere, while he did his lawn caring business.
Tom Turkey. You were a hoot!
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The dance of food/life
The sun and jet…streaming in the shivering air
Lawerance of Arabia, Tonto’s replacement…dancing, dancing for all the girls
The Quail rising into the sky
Moonlight; adding beauty to the earth, air, the heavens
A rather thin little pheasant—dashing, dashing, dashing away.
And my miss at getting a nice photo of a Flicker.
Each and everything dancing in my soul.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The Red-Winged Blackbirds wing playfully all around us
In the fields
Landing in the trees, where they set up a happy sounding fuss
Landing on the lawn
Where they, then, twirl away back into the air
A sky full of reckless delight; vast beauty in an unending expanse of song
While way, way over-head the Canadian Geese fly –the exhilarating sounds of their calls reverberating; mingling with the song of the Red-Winged Blackbirds.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I finally finished up the wee little heart quilt given to me by my neighbor and a very generous friend.
I went over to her house to ask her some questions about quilting. When I left for home, I had in my possession a top, batting, and delightful back. All I had to do was quilt it and put on the edge.
What a fun new project to do!
Thank you, Myrna!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
With all the rain we have been having (on top of snow in the mountains and foothills) I had a most wonderful gift…
A November Rainbow!
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,
Linda
After years and years of wanting a Pizzelle Iron I finally broke down and bought one.
Then it was time to make the sweet Italian cookies. Searching the net I saw there were lots and lots of gluten-free recipes for these wonderful cookies. (I cook totally gluten-free, since Terry, our youngest daughter, and our oldest granddaughter all have Celiac’s Disease.)
Finally picking one I went for it. After burning the first two cookies, I quickly got the hang of how they are supposed to look.
Then I tried making the cookies into a roll so I could fill them.
Yummy. Although, next time I’m just going to keep them flat and not roll and fill them. A little sprinkle of shifted powdered sugar and they are good to go.
Your friend ,
Linda
The weather people were right…storms and more storms following each other right on each other’s heels…
Our neighbor got his corn field baled just at the miserable winds arrived. Although, the loose corn leaves would not have bothered us, it would have made a huge mess for the Church of the First Born on the corner by the corn field.
The the rain and the sleet descended blocking our view. That’s okay, the corn fields have blocked our view until just last week. 🙂
Then the flurries started bringing snow to the foothills of Grand Mesa, the Uncompahgre Plateau (Un-come-pah-gray), and the area of the Black Canyon, and rain to us.
Sunday was a good day to sit by the fire!
Last night the storm left and
another one arrived around 4 in the morning. The sunrise around 6:30 was a promise of more storms—which is true, it’s snowing as I write this.
Later on today we will travel out and gather more corn for sampling the moisture. A tedious routine now, but necessary. Just as soon as the meter hits 14% the combine will roar into the life and the big orange truck will find it’s way out to the proper field, waiting for the corn to be loaded into the back. As soon as the bed is full, the truck will head down to the Elevator…hopefully! That’s the plan anyway. Finger’s Crossed and Magic thoughts we can start again (I think I’ve said that at least two times before this time…shish!)
Your friend on a very cold western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 