It’s raining here….again. We were just about to dry out.
Our drive way is a river, our lane is a lake
But inside we are dry, the wood stove is going, my wood supply is protected, my kenneling is dry.
Your friend on a very soggy western side, of the Rocky Mountain Divide, farm
🙂
Linda
It’s raining! Lovely drops of rich moisture, turning the drying corn a golden color.
When you go outside the air smells good. It’s a different smell from spring and summer rain.
You can smell the drying corn as absorbs the moisture, the earth as the dust is settling and the rich odor of the leaves as they are pushed from the trees, landing with little pitter and patters on the grass, the sidewalk, against the house, on the roof of the buildings.
Rain! We have been needing it.
As far as Terry and I know all the crops are now in…the hay is cut and stored, the pinto beans harvested, the ensilage/silage chopped and packed into the pits, and the onions are in the sorting sheds. The sweet corn harvested ended on Labor Day.
The warm autumn days are starting to give way (now) to the cooler and wetter weather. The forerunner to that four-letter word, which starts with s. (Although, snow IS an important component for survival.)
Soon, very soon, the corn will dry to the perfect moisture content and we, along with many others, will begin the last harvest of the year….pick’n corn.
Until then…everyone is enjoying the rain.
As always your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,
Linda
Last evening it looked like a storm (just might possibly) come in. The sky changed, the feel to air changed, it smelled like rain.
Then it blew away. Still today the haze is not AS bad.
I sure hope we (meaning everyone who is in dire need of rain) gets some soon. Rain to stop all the forest fires, to green up the earth, to clean the skies, and to bring life back on the land.
Your friend,
Linda
It rained during the night, leaving the earth moist and damp with a faint chill of autumn in the air.
Fall is just an illusion, for tomorrow the heat of summer returns, gradually bringing with it triple digit weather—perfect for cutting the alfalfa to make into hay.
But today …. today Terry is cultivating the pinto beans and I am getting closer to finishing painting. (I have the top of the house done and part of the north side. All that is left is the large area of east side and a section of the front/north porch.)
A very ordinary day! But the sheer ordinariness is comforting in and of itself.
Your friend,
Linda
First light—-one would think that the air is silent but it isn’t, not at all.
The are birds calling, water rushing in the canal–
10:00 a.m. There is a rich green smell of the alfalfa field as the day heat up.
The birds and the insects are full voice, by this time, and the air dances with life.
Clouds scuttled over the top of us, causing the sun to highlight Hay Stack Mountain way at the end of Roubioux Canyon. When Terry and I were young the old-timers would tell that Hay Stack Mountain was scared to the Ute Indians. And (if) you were to climb to the top there you would see many Indian artifacts. Neither Terry nor I have ever been on Hay Stack Mountian. The road is closed to motorized vehicles, one must either walk or ride a horse.
Coming home (from a magnificent meal with our daughter and son-in-law who live in Grand Junction, Colorado) we drove in a rainstorm complete with a rainbow.
Colorado rainstorms can be abrupt and vigorous—the wind blows in black clouds– then they break dropping water in a rush.
Quickly the storm moved toward the north and the east…leaving us with a sky full of vivid color.
Your friend
Linda
All day the clouds shifted here and there. Sometimes dropping rain, moving on, gathering again, lashing out
thunder, lighting, wind… the violence of each passing storm was exhilarating!
The earth, our crops, even myself sighed with relief. 
Later in the night, well, actually early, early in the morning, the skies cleared and the stars came out.
We woke to a beautiful morning. Fresh, clean, clear…a feeling of lightness in air!
Your rejuvenated friend on a Western Colorado Farm,
Linda
Sorry, today I am a tad under-the-weather. I woke-up with a bad headache and a bad arm ache. I can’t seem to shake it.
Even after taking a short nap I’m still a wee knocked out. I hope to get better today. I better, since our Craig kids are coming on Saturday. 🙂
They are coming to take Linkin to church camp for a week and to bring us Blade for the week. It is also Linkin’s 11th birthday. The whole family will only be with us overnight—but I do want to feel well enough to enjoy them.
I plan on being back in good shape tomorrow. After all it’s Friday with Boomer AND I need to bake a gluten-free birthday cake for a special little girl.
Your friend,
Linda
Sure is good for the weeds and the flowers, not so good for my working in the weeds and flowers.
It’s also hard to irrigate.
I worked in the sunshine (really the shade of the sunshine) all day yesterday.
The weeds I jerked out won’t get to rejoice in all this moisture.
Oh, well…the rain is here today and gone by the weekend.
Your friend,
Linda
It’s raining here again! Lots of rain. Too much rain.
There has been spots of sunshine mostly dribs and drabs of SUNSHINE!
We love the sunshine, Mom and I. Well, I think everyone does. Every time it shines we all go outside and do happy dances. Mom says there are people in California and other places who would trade places with us anytime.
HUH?!
“Yes,” she said, “They would go outside and do happy dances in the rain. “They are missing the rain and we are missing the sunshine.”
Anyway, Shiloh and Etta came up and played for a spell.
They pretty much chased Sam up a tree and kept him there. I didn’t care to play that game. Sam and I are friends.
In a spot of sunshine I got to go for a ride. Dad was checking on how the other farmer’s corn was doing.
Mom, Dad and I all went for a walk, well we pretty much do that lots of times throughout the day, but this time we walked up and checked on one of the transmission pipes.
Of course it rained some more.
Mom went to town and I waited for her until she returned
YAY! Mom came back. She had groceries and a BIG juicy bone just for me!
I always go out and check who has been walking on the farm. Mostly I have been spending my time in the house sleeping by the woodstove, toasting one side then the other. Mom says it’s strange to be burning the woodstove this time of year—as for me.
I think it’s nice.
Outside is—well, Miserable.
Boomer
The days always seem so L.O.N.G. when the skies are dreary and gloomy and grey…even the sitting sun could only lighten up the misty, dripping clouds a tad. But I suppose a tinge of sunshine is better than no sunshine. 🙂
Terry has become worried that seed corn has rotted in the ground, we see nothing sprouting out there. Later on today we will go out and check. If it has rotted then he will have to re-buy the seed and replant. A very costly thing to have to do, but very necessary.
The little bird from yesterday’s drenching rain post
Is a Bullock Oriole. So far this year I have two pair. I’ve tried sitting out oranges and grape jelly, which everyone assures me they love, but the jelly gets hard and the oranges dry up.
Instead the little feathered friends are sharing the Hummingbird feeders with the Hummingbirds. I have about eight hummers now–I’m thinking that is four pair. I have six feeders out, and could possibly add another one. But I’m not in a hurry—if the food starts going away faster then I will put out another feeder or two. (I use 1 part sugar to 4 parts water, if you are interested.)
Today we have sunshine. Sunshine sure brings joy to my soul.
Your friend on a soggy, but sunny day, farm,
Linda
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