The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing Chapter 11

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

                     Chapter 11

Morning came all wet and dreary.

Dreary and wet.

And cold.

I felt all shivery inside and hungry.

I mean, after all, I NEVER sleep outside unless I just want to. I sleep inside on my really soft orthopedic bed!  And if I get cold Mom will cover me up with a blanket!

If I DO decide to go outside and sleep, it’s in the SUMMER TIME and it’s HOT in the house.  Then I sleep in my really comfy dog house on a nice fluffy bed.

This morning I was all a tremble because I have very short fur, and not so furry tail and I have very short fur, which is really HOUSE fur…not outside fur.

I have decided this doing nothing is getting real old.

And on top of all this there is no BREAKFAST!

None!

No cereal and no turkey sausage.

NOTHING!

Okay.  I didn’t say this to Momma Fox and Kit, because, after all they stay out here ALL the time…wind, rain, snow…sunshine…you name it.  I really don’t think they would understand or even CARE if I told them about my beds or my food.

BUT I did think it…I really did.

“HEY, Boomer! Let’s go down and look at the creek, I can hear it roaring and crashing and thundering …maybe there will be breakfast down there.”

Breakfast…my tummy growled and my ears perked up.

“Okay, breakfast sounds like a very good idea.”

Kit and I took off up the hill, down the hill, over the hill with all the ant piles to the creek.

“WOW! That’s huge!  That’s a HUGE amount of water!”  Kit just stopped and stared at the little tiny creek that was now a HUGE RAGING amount of water.

I stopped and stared with him.

It’s huge and swift and just amazing.  I don’t think I have ever seen so much foamy water in that little creek ever!

I stood there mesmerized.

Gosh…how am I ever going to make it home to mom?

I wonder how long it will take before the raging river will become the little creek I like to paddle around in.

I just stared.

Turning to Kit I started to say something when I saw him stop, jump and bite down on something…

“BREAKFAST!” Kit hollered at me with his mouth full.  “Mice! Grab a couple!”

I just looked at kit with the mouse tail hanging out of his mouth…for all the world and a day he looked just like Mindy cat.

“Okay,” I replied.  Putting my nose to the ground.  I started sniffing around, but to be honest with you…I really didn’t try to find any mice.

While I was sniffing around I got this idea that I maybe, just maybe I could find a way to get over this raging water and find my way back home.

Taking my nose, my paws and my brain I headed down the creek thinking if I could get to the area where the creek narrows down I could maybe jump over to the other side.

“Hey, Kit! I’m going to go see if I can find a way to get over the creek and then maybe get to the other side.” I yelped.

“You go ahead, Boomer.  I’m not in any hurry to leave here.  The snacks are plentiful.  I’ll just stay with Mom.  See you around sometime, Boom!”  Kit went back to pouncing and eating.

I put my nose to the ground and started sniffing my way along the edge of the creek searching for a narrow spot which would allow me the chance to get on-too the other side.

And on the way home!

Advertisements

The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing Chapter 9

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

 

Chapter Nine

Meanwhile………….

Back at the farm house

Mom and Dad came home!

Mindy and Sam-Sam were there to meet Mom and Dad, but…

Hum…not me, the world-famous Sherlock Boomer Beaglie.

Mindy told me that Mom called and called and called.

No Boomer

Then Mom and Dad came out and got on their four-wheelers and left!

After a long, long time they came back.

Then Dad went out by himself.

By now it was getting dark.

Mom walked around and called my name lots.

Mom and Mindy walked out to the corn field and called my name.

Then it started to rain.

Mindy said Mom picked her up and went into the house.

Mindy heard Mom tell Dad she hoped Boomer was okay; it’s raining and she heard the coyotes up at the Upper End.

Off and on Mom would got out throughout the night and call my name.  Mindy didn’t go with her.  Mindy said she knew I would be home sometime, maybe just not right now.

Sammy and Mindy climbed onto Dad’s lap and took a nap.  Mom was too nervous to have a cat sleeping on her.

As for Kit and I…well, it rained, you see, and the creek rose up.

By the time the creek rose up, Momma Fox was over with us scouting around for mice and such to eat.

As for me…I guess I sorta, kinda, well…lost track of time.

 

 

A Chill Autumn Day—Tuesday, September 22, 2017

It’s been raining again…all through the night Sunday and most of the day Monday. It’s cold enough we had to start up the wood stove; sure felt nice!

We still have one more field of pinto beans to get out…but it must dry first!

The weather people are saying the sunshine is due to come back today…warmer weather tomorrow, then by Thursday we will experience NICE fall weather.

Maybe by then we will be able to get the ‘rest of the beans’ out!  🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

Autumn a Type of Contentment—-Sunday, September 17, 2017

We’ve had rain…the days damp and the mornings with a chill

The days warm up nicely.

The pinto bean harvest came to a screeching halt—the bean puller broke…

Then as it got fixed…

The rains came.  Which means Terry will have to go out and lift all the plants up out of the soil, (rains smashes plants) before he can combine the two fields—there is still one to pull and let dry and then combine.

I’ve been canning…pineapple candy peppers and

 

Salsa

Plus we’ve turned off water to the place.  Irrigation is done for the year.  The only thing left now will be picking up the syphon tubes and flushing out the ditches.

Fall galloped in…complete with wild geese flying over us in the wind!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

In My Dreams—-Sunday, August 6, 2017

Yesterday was my Momma’s birthday.  If she were alive today she would have turned 88.

Saturday, August 5th, we woke to a world full of low, dark clouds, following a night of gusting wind and hard heavy rain.  Although, the clouds started to thin, my thoughts still remained heavy…sadly I was missing Momma.  ( I know that many of you can relate to this type of sorrow…the swirl of memories of that one person, whose heart beat alongside yours…right from the beginning.)

Ruth LaVerne Thomas

Often times throughout my life I was told that I looked like my Momma.

Myself

Looking back over old photos — at certain times and in certain ages I can see the similarities.  But I must confess I didn’t while I was growing up.  

Momma was one of those ‘good souls’.  She was gentle and kind and given to helping every animal who came within her reach. Maybe in today’s world she would have been a Veterinarian.

Often times ‘people’ would say of her Daddy…”He would give his shirt off his back to help you.”  Momma followed in his footsteps.

Momma gave all the little children who followed the fruit (people who came to pick fruit) clothes from our own closets, often times their very first (and only) birthday cake and a small party…those children remembering her kindly wrote to her for years and years…letters telling her about their marriages, the birth of their children…that first real job.   She treasured those letters.

She always, always told me life was full of turbulence and cares, which can make a heart heavy….we, as human beings, do not need to add to sorrows of another’s soul.

(My maternal grandparents and my parents had fruit orchards, which is where my brother and I grew up)

Her smile is the same as a older woman, as when she was a grade school child)

Ah, well, memories are wonderful! But they do have a tendency to cause my eyes to blur with tears — misting the day…even though the sun broke forth from the clouds.

Momma died August 10, 2000…her heart stopped; cutting her life’s threads, which bound her to this earth.

But the thing that gives me the most peace, about that most ordinary day, that wasn’t ordinary after all….was Momma was ready to go.

A few days before she died—- she had just returned from a long and wonderful trip to Ireland.  My brother took her.  They saw everything possible, spent a night in a castle, walked on that green, green Isle she dreamed of walking on all her life.

An old old dream of her heart.

She told me: “I am finally at peace, Linda. There is nothing more I want to see or do.  It is the most amazing, but odd feeling, to have nothing forward to accomplish.”

Hours later I was rushing to the hospital, following the ambulance…time passes slow when you NEED to GET THERE.

But finally I made it—Momma waited for me.  She also waited for my Brother…although she was in a coma. Then in the night’s heart she left.

I miss her still.  I always will.  I love you, Momma. I love you.

I know each of you understand.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

 

 

 

Dazzled by the Storms—Wednesday, July 12, 2017

We set the last set of water under the treat of an approaching rain storm

The wind whipped a series of fast moving showers all around us throughout the Uncompahgre (Un-come-pah-gray—accent on the pah) Plateau; along the canyons between us and Grand Junction–the Roubidoux, Esclante, Dominguez Canyons, then soaking the desert separating Delta from Grand Junction.

Stunningly beautiful fast moving rain!

At one point the late sun broke through just long enough to illuminate some of the rain drops south of us to look like a faint rainbow!

 I’m not picky.  I’ll take anything that looks like a rainbow, even for a few moments in time.

Then as nighttime arrived lightning whipped the Plateau, wind beat our area, and thunder hammered the heavens way over there on the Uncompaghre.

Boomer and both cats came in, to lay as close to me as possible.

Lightening slithered along the canyons and gullies on the Plateau, with distant drumbeats of thunder sounding loud [here].  It must have sounded like the roll call of the end of the world up there on the Uncompahgre.

Although rain seethed around us the skies only sprinkled on us—not even turning the ground to mud…just damp.

This morning we woke to rinsed skies, cooler temperatures, with thick gray clouds hanging in bunches, waiting to mush together at some future point in time.

They say by Friday this flurry of small intense storms will be gone from our area; the heat and sun will return.

These little reprieves from fierce sun and heat are good for the soul. (Just like warm/spring-like days in the middle of winter).

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Scent of Ozone Sharp in the Air—-Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Yesterday was a cold, chill day…with threatening rain clouds, splashes of rain striking, in huge sploshes on the dry soil, and the collective sigh of all green things opening up for the possibility of rain.

Still the ground stayed dry enough Terry could continue leveling on the Middle field

Making it back into the farm yard,  while the lightening flashed and burst  way, way over there on the Uncompahgre Plateau.

One last check of the water before another patch of dark rain splattered and darkened the earth.

The sunrise this morning was stunning.  The Gray velvet veils of clouds had lightened and the silent, jagged forks of lightning way over on the rim of the western sky—- gone.

The enchantment of a new day, after a storm is just beautiful!

The clean fresh air, the smell of watered soil, the shining washed leaves—the brilliant burst of sunlight coming through wildly colored clouds…humbles me and causes me to give heartfelt THANKS for being allowed to be alive — to enjoy each and every day.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Enter the Sun —- Sunday, January 22, 2017

snowAfter a brief dusting of snow

melted-snowWe melted!  Adding too the already mud and slop.

rain-puddles

Then the rains came!  Popping up bubbles in the huge puddles.  Fun little bubbles, as if the earth was adding some humor into all the moisture.

sunbeams-003Then this morning we woke up to fleeing clouds

sunbeams-001And sunlight over the land

As I write this the sky is  clear, the sun bright, and there is beauty all around!

From my world to your heart!

Linda

Our Weather Report—-Tuesday, January 17, 2017

before-the-melt

We went from this

wet-004To this and have stayed at this for weeks now. Rain and rain and even more rain.

wet-003Sigh!  The days are long and grey and boring and ever so nasty.

roof-topStill it seems like there is always something that needs to be done.

walk-in-the-farmI’m looking forward to walking with  Boomer  in the SUNSHINE!  Where we throw shadows on the ground and our feet don’t collect mud!

But not yet!  Not today.  Not for awhile.  Another big storm system is heading in here in a day or so, until then just know that I am

Hot-Summer-NightDreaming of those hot summer nights some place in the future!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda