A Gleam in the Eye— Monday, June 3, 2019

I was sitting still waiting, in the peace and quiet— when a wee joy set down on the edge of the grain head

She fluffed and fluttered, turning this way and that.

Until just the perfect man arrived!

Sometimes we are gifted with the ordinary

Which really isn’t.ordinary after all.

From my world to your heart,



Our Precious Life — Sunday, March 18, 2018

Terry finished rolling all the plowed fields. (Think of plowed fields the same as double-digging up your garden bed—double digging is deeper than using a rototiller), but then it must be rolled (or raked, if you are in a garden) to smooth out the ground again.

Then after rolling comes leveling (in this case putting a slight grade to the field so the water will run to waste ditch.  Leveling is akin to taking a board and smoothing out your garden or the cement on a sidewalk.

As for me….well, I’ve been cleaning up all the winter trash (corn leaves) blown around all the buildings and into my yard

Spring works also includes…getting my yard and the farm yard ready for spring! ūüôā

Ethel and Thomas Davis (recently here for a wee visit) have a marvelous website Called FourWindowPress, where delightful poems and other things are published.

Ethel wrote a wonderful poem about their visit to our farm.¬† Terry said she captured the truth about why he/we farm—work and joy together!

You have a good day today…spring is in the air.

I saw my first Robin yesterday!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Weather and Moon Lore—Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Moon-and-fox(This is an old photo, but I love the fox and the corn and the full moon, so decided to use it for today’s post.)

Today is March’s Full Moon beginning phase…I love the full moon! ¬†Anyway, this is called the Worm Moon¬†in the Northern Hemisphere. ¬†The earth is beginning to warm, the ground to thaw and the earthworm casts to appear. ¬†Once this happens the Robins return to brighten our days. (Although I’ve seen robins for a bit now.)

In the far north this moon is called the Crow Moon–the cawing signals the end of winter and in the eastern part of the north is the Sap Moon marking the time of tapping maple trees.

StunningThere is also old farm lore that says if the 21st of the start of the four-seasons…(yesterday was the 21st of Spring) will tell what the next three months will bring; hot, dry, windy or cold. ¬†We had beautiful weather yesterday…the morning was clear and bright and warm, by the afternoon the wind came up…a warm wind. ¬†Then the clouds started flinging themselves over us.

The wind blew off and on all night (although it was a warm wind) and is still gusting heavily; although it’s still warm it is cooling down.


Terry is rolling the plowed fields (still) it takes many acres of rolling before he can start leveling.

Maybe you know some more interesting rural (country) lore.  If you do, would you please share.  I rather enjoy collecting them.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


The Cherries are Turning—Monday, June 15, 2015

My Sour Cherry THICKET (yes, I have a thicket—I made one on purpose. ¬†You see we need to keep the sides of the canal from eroding—lots of trees create lovely roots that hold the bank together.) is starting to produce.

Cherries-2Lovely sour cherries!  Perfect for pies and homemade maraschino cherries, sauce for ice cream and jellies and jams.

I must pick a little every day, since that is how they ripen.

Cherries¬†I try to pick first thing in the morning. ¬†Then those, which ripen during the day the birds may eat. ¬†I have to be fast…very fast! ¬†The Robins and Red-winged black birds and all the hordes of little brown birds, the Starlings and doves sit in the the pear and apple trees screeching at me telling to me to SCRAM!!!

I talk to them as I pick…’settle down. I won’t be here long. ¬†Just long enough to get some for us—it’s polite to share, you know…’

They share, but grudgingly, very grudgingly. ¬†The second I pick up my two buckets and head to the house the call goes out—SHE IS LEAVING! ¬†Hurry, we have to get as much as our tummies can hold! ¬†The tree limbs shake and shiver as the masses descend.

I won’t get tons and tons of cherries, because I do have tons and tons of birds. ¬†But what I do get will be just enough for Terry and I, and to serve for special meals come winter.

Your friend,


The Song of the Red-Wing Black Birds, Monday, April, 20, 2015

This Spring the Red-Winged Blackbirds came!

I don’t know why they have left the Upper End with it’s lush pond and a swampy area, but they have. ¬†When they came (and they are still here) the Western Meadow Larks and all the other birds left for the Upper End, although yesterday I saw Robins on the Western side of the house and yard.

I’m not complaining I love their cheerful little songs and watching them flit and fly from branches to my feeding stations.

They are most joyful birds, don’t you agree?

Your friend,


My Day is Filled With Bird Song — June 29, 2014

Early-summer-colorsI have always had lots of birds here. ¬†Most times they could be a nuisance…by flying into the chicken house trying to steal the chicken’s feed. ¬†A chicken raiser really doesn’t want wild birds in the chicken house with the chickens; birds transfer diseases to each other so it’s best to try and keep them separated.

My chickens lived in a great house with a covered pen that kept them safe from the many predators that abound.  But every afternoon my hens ran free until the sun started falling and they put themselves to bed.  They had the best of both worlds, protected house and run and free range from noon until bedtime.

GardenOver time I learned to feed the wild birds so they would stay out of the hen house.  I created a place just for the wild birds so the hens would stay out of the bird seed.  It worked very well.

RedLast winter (after my last hen died) I decided that I didn’t want to raise chickens anymore. ¬†Maybe later, but for now I don’t. ¬†Anyway, after making that decision I expanded my bird feeding stations inviting as many wild birds that want to dine with us that is possible.

Clouds-1Today I have many, many different types of birds (I am not very good with the bird species so I won’t go into listing them) but I do have a few favorites. ¬†A huge flock of¬†Red-Winged Black Birds has left the cattails in the Back Forty to peck and scratch at my little bird station. I love their calls.

Then there is the Western Meadow Larks….that have left the fence lines to come partake of the rich goodies out there.

Of course the wonderful Robins… wake us up and sing to us all the day long. ¬†Right now they are feasting on the mulberries and the sour cherries that are ripe, or trying to ripe. ¬†The Robins really don’t give them a chance to turn really red.

We have many others, Ringed-Necked Doves, ( I miss the Mourning Doves of a few years ago), sparrows of all sorts, and the other little brown feathered birds that fly with them.

I have feeders out for the House Finches so they don’t have to share with the many other little brown feathered birds.

I relish these warm days full of bird song. ¬†Winter is rather sparse with only Starlings, Crows, Ravens and the brown feathered hoard. ¬†I leave my winters open day and night even if it is extremely hot…I want to soak up every day of Spring, Summer and Fall that I can. ¬†Winter is extremely long to me.

BuddiesToday is a day (Sunday) ¬†we only do what is necessary. ¬†This evening our oldest daughter, Shannon, is have a pot-luck cook out. ¬†We will all slather on bug stuff and enjoy visiting with each other. ¬†It won’t be long now before Kelly and Misty and the kids leave for Craig, Colorado, so we must experience as much as possible before they move!

Clouds-2I hope you have a great Sunday!

Your friend,



July 3, 2013


Today the Dog Days of summer begin and won’t end until August 11th. ¬†I can’t imagine getting any hotter, but I guess we can.


I also was very mistaken about the Orioles not like the humming bird feeder


Robins are one of my favorite birds…I rejoice when they return each spring and feel a loss when they leave us in late summer early fall.


The night camera caught a feral cat that lives on the farm…he/she is extremely wild, but we do see it here and across the road and down at Misty’s.


Sammy doesn’t much care for this cat so I figure it must be a tom.

Heading out to weed, they are growing faster than my plants.

I hope you have a lovely start of the Dog Days!



Winter Birds Making Way for Spring Birds

A winter storm is blowing in even as I write this.  The wind wrecked a little damage so Terry and I had to go back out and this time tie up the gated pipe.  The cows leave the pipes alone but the wind seems to think they are play things.

¬† Look at all that sand in the ditch…it will be easy to take care of once we start irrigating.¬† The grandkids like it also so sometimes their parents come up and clean out the ditch for the sand pile.

¬† The Red-Winged Blackbirds as coming back in droves!¬† I LOVE hearing their pretty songs.¬† I also saw two Robins while we were up there and four delightful flitting Bluebirds.¬† The Bluebirds don’t stay here, once we get too hot for them they move on further North.¬† I rejoice the minute I see them as I know it won’t be long now for more¬†flowers-starting to pop-up weather.¬†

Have a nice weekend everyone!