Sometimes I See My Momma—Thursday, September 13, 2018

Sometimes (lately) I see my Momma.  It always comes as shock.

At a time when I least expect to see her.

Sometimes it’s just her voice I hear, but it’s loud and clear…like the time I was getting ready to open one of the shed doors and she said, very strongly, like she was standing right next to me: “Linda, Be aware!  Pay Attention”!

It was so strong, so loud, so real, I even answered her—“Of what, Momma?”

As I turned toward her voice—of course, she wasn’t there.

Momma died in 2000.

Or I’m washing my face, or my hair and I look up into the mirror over the bathroom sink and I see Momma…right there her smiling face covering my face, then it fades.

It always startles me.  Then I think, it must be that  I am looking more and more like Momma.

Or I’m doing something, peeling potatoes, washing up the dishes, scrubbing the floors on my hands and knees as my arm and hand move back and forth I suddenly see Momma’s hand(s) as she did those things I am now doing.

It’s rather shocking because my hands have dented and bent knuckles…one caused by a hit from a basketball when I was in high school…Momma’s hand never had knuckles like mine.

Another time I was walking out to the hen house and I could have sworn I saw Momma coming down the long, long lane toward me. I almost ran toward her, then the strange apparition was gone.

Faded away. As if it had never been.

I can’t explain these visions or feelings, or things heard; they are like wind blowing through the treetops, the changing lights in the smiling sky…but last night as I lay down to sleep, I felt Momma kiss my forehead just like she used to do when I was a small child.

Thank you, Momma, I love you too!

From my world to your heart,



Day Three—We Continue—-September 11, 2018

One more day…we should finish today!  It’s been long, hot and tiring.  I have had too much sun (I’m outside the combine) and the dust is thick.

It’s a huge process, but one we enjoy.  We must we’ve been doing it for 50 years. 🙂
Terry is setting up the auger so the beans can go into the truck in this photo.

We trashed up yesterday and had to stop and clean out the inner workings of the combine…took some time, but we got it done.  See the pile of trash.

It was cloudy and windy all afternoon, but the rain didn’t fall on us.  Which was a good thing at this point and time.

Also, I had gone to get a tool when GUESS WHAT I FOUND!?!?!  YES!

A pink heart-shaped rock!

How cool that is!

Off to the field now.  Have a great day everyone.  Bar breaking down we should finish today!!!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



2018 Pinto Bean Harvest —-Sunday, September 9,2018

The pinto beans are finally dry enough we started the harvesting process.

Off we went (Boomer and me on the four-wheeler, Terry in the grain truck) until we arrived at the in-place combine.

The earth was warm, the air hot to scorching, and the dust flying out of the back of the combine as the dry plants were lifted up, shelled and loaded into the hopper….while the broken stems and pods were crushed and flung out the back.

Then later in the day…late afternoon, a surprise rainbow appeared.

We took a wee break as the daytime dissolved into the night.  Setting the water for the still green and growing corn field.

Then we went back to the field continuing until full dark.

Glorious Harvest!  No one could ask for more.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Contentment of a Misty Sky—Sunday, September 2, 2018

My inbox contained a lovely surprise from Sara, in Kentucky

“Finally, a Rainbow for you!:  she announced.

“The first one I’ve seen all summer!”

Now I’m sharing with you…a stunning Kentucky rainbow covering the Equinox farm with lovely grazing sheep!

Thank you so much, Sara!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


The Aftermath of Yesterday Morning’s Storm—-Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Although, we had a sprinkling of rain yesterday.  We are still extremely dry.

So dry that wind rushing throughout the farm creates terrible dust, which settles on everything and everyone until it settles down (again).

Yesterday morning, early, lightning and thunder rushed upon us from the Uncompahgre Plateau, thunder rolled, long and loud, and lightning forked across the heavens.

It was a fast-moving storm.  Crackling and jabbing toward the earth in flashes of silver and gold.  Leaving behind in it wakes a fire burning on the edge of Fruitland Mesa, directly in line with Crawford, Colorado

Colorado (as many parts of the west) is just tooooo dry!

But last evening…. as more rain showers played along the edges of the farm— We saw a rainbow!

A huge joy to me!

From my heart to your world,




Two Gifts…NO! Wait! Three Gifts—-Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Terry and I had to go to Grand Junction last week to purchase a few items.   While at Home Depot

A man was just coming back from taking his two Macaw Parrots for their daily walk, through the building then a wee trip around the parking lot

It was so much fun meeting these very tame birds.  Neither one is tethered to the walker, they sit calmly talking loudly to everyone about everything they see.  Then after the wee walk about…they get to go to Sonic and have a CORN DOG!!! Oh! MY! the delight in their little voices when their Dad asked them if they were ready to go to SONIC!!

I enjoyed getting to meet these birds and their human.

Then on the ride home…among the hills and canyons a very faint rainbow appeared.

A day as perfect as anyone could dream!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



In the Spill of Light—August 28, 2017

We are dry here.  Of course it rained and rained all through the third cutting hay 🙂 pretty much how haying season goes. 🙂

But the night air is very mild even cold before the sun comes up in the morning.

Still the plants grow gently larger and larger…waiting for that time called harvest

It won’t be long now until pinto bean harvest….the pods are starting to stripe and the leaves to turn yellow

Terry is watching the crops daily now…checking how hard the corn kernels are becoming, where the pods are on the pinto beans…we still work several times a day with the mountain water irrigating the crops,

The other day a summer storm blew in…not that kind that drops water on the ground, but the kind which drops water toward the earth, BUT dries up BEFORE it hits the ground

Leaving us a Rainbow, in the small silence the phantom raindrops made in the air.

My eyes and my heart reached up from the shadows on the ground — Rainbows always say to me—Good things are sure to come!

From my heart to your world,





The Earth Shimmers —Tuesday, June 20, 2017

My world is small.  I realize that.  But it’s a small I relish and enjoy.

For instance:

I feel great excitement, and joy, in the contented knowledge the pinto beans are up..sprouting forth into warm (HOT) yellow light

And every field of corn is up!

The green of all leaves coloring the world in brilliance!

We set water early, early morning and late in the evening.

Several times of day we are checking the water, making sure the tubes are still running, the rows getting wet, the plants receiving moisture!

Overhead the sun shimmers, baking every particle of everything…scattering— instantly— gobbling up every morsel of moisture into the air.

The irrigation water pushes up little puffs of dust, as the earth feels the exaltation, of the flowing streams; the gurgles of a song of hope!

Then THERE…in the chaos of rushing water I saw a rainbow!

That little gift bringing an sensation of joy!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

From my world to your heart,



Something Waiting—-Thursday, June 8, 2017

The farmer, in the field to our side, is getting his bean ground ready.   It is so very dry our whole farm filled up with dust and dust and more dust.

Still—even in the smothering dust I could feel a storm coming in.  The air shifted from solid and stale to racing clouds.

Black bottomed clouds holding the promise of moisture!

Still the dirt hung thick and heavy, as the sun started to submerge itself, with the western skyline.

The wind flung particles of dirt into cracks and crevices in a very obtrusive manner, filling my hair and ears—not to mention what it did to the house.

Suddenly a massive roll of thunder followed quickly by a immense flash of light and rain filled the sky.

It didn’t last long…that rain.  Moving itself quickly on toward town and other parts of our area.  But long enough to clear the air…leaving behind fresh and cool dirt free air.

Plus…a smidge of a rainbow, just as the sun sunk behind a bank of clouds.

A sign of hope!

Every day we are seeing improvement!  I am sure…more than sure…I am positive it is because of your prayers, good thoughts and wishes.

Of which Terry and I are eternally grateful!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


From Aurora, Illinois—-Sunday, June 4, 2017

Hi Linda.

This was tonight at my son Jack’s baseball practice. Very slight double is visible, but was more so to the eye.

Aurora, Illinois

Hope all is well.

Joe Cooper

Gosh!  Thank you so much!  And my readers thank you also!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,