Rainbow! or Sundog! Either way, it is a first for me this year!!!
YAY!
“Every dawn seemed to promise fresh miracles”—-Anna Godbersen
Your friend on Western Colorado farm,
Linda
A FIRST!!! — Monday, September 22, 2025
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Tag Archives: September 22
The Glowing Season Has Arrived —- Sunday, September 22, 2024
ORANGE!!! The color of Autumn!
“Each person who delivers KindessStays with us forever.”—Robin S. Sharma
The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-TRA LA, Tra la, GO—-Friday, September 22, 2023
High HO!
Off to work, I go!
Better you than me. Just say’n.
TLC (and Boo Berry)
Bees and I Hanging in the Blue — Thursday, September 22, 2022
The only sounds in the garden are the buzzing of the winged ones
and the chirping of the birds as they migrate through
and there under this beautiful Heavenly Blue Morning Glory
A heartbeat from the earth.
Peace. What a marvelous thing it is.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Before I Can Blink — Wednesday, September 22, 2021
We have cornfields all around us
Since the moon rises in the East and there is a cornfield, I went out to watch September’s Full Moon
Rise through, and then above the corn tassels
It seemed that I blinked and there the moon was, rising through the flickering corn leaves.
What a joy to see.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Our Farm is More Than Just a Farm — Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Our farm is more than a piece of ground meant for growing crops
It’s home to so many animals
Besides
Mindy,
Boomer,
Terry, and
I.
It’s a place of Sanctuary
Where all sorts call home.
Where growing up is a good thing
Although, we do have those
Scary predators
living among us—
We have a jumble of plants
Which are truly weeds,
Although, lovely in a prickly way.
No matter what, our farm, is a place, where joy whispers on the breeze and in our hearts.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Returned—-Sunday, September 22, 2019
“After reading a good book I have a hard time coping with reality.” Unknown
Early in the morning, Stephan, one of the kids renting the farm, stopped and came in for a visit
He wanted to let us know that the alfalfa fields were ours once more. Their contract for three cuttings had finished.
So, as the sun warmed the day, and before the winds generously swept across the farm
Terry and I went out to start the irrigation water in the fields. It is not good to have the alfalfa go into winter dry. Nor, does Terry try to get a fourth cutting.
This allows fields to put on nice growth. After which the cows will have grazing and the plants will be healthy come Spring. Not stressed.
We were pleasantly surprised that Stephan picked up all the siphon tubes in the pinto bean field, readying those fields for harvest, protecting the tubes, and helping us get the farm ready for winter.
Stephan also picked up his tubes so Terry and I had to jocky some around to begin the water in the alfalfa fields.
It was a lovely surprise those gathered siphon tubes. They returned the land as they found it.
Terry and I commented to each other; that it felt really nice to be back out on the land.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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
The Last Lovely Smile—Thursday, September 22, 2016
“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.”–William Cullen Bryant
The farm is exploding with the simple joy of Fall. The scents are an intoxicating mix of drying corn leaves, dusty weeds; the air so buoyant it feels like a carnival.
Fall has it’s own mix of flowers; washing over the land to collide with the changing of the leaves upon the trees
A walk, or ride, or to work on the land is like staring into a world being created by Picasso or Dr. Seuss.
The nights are cool, with morning bordering on cold
The golden corn sings and sighs in the breezes and protests mighty in heavy winds
A storm came in on Wednesday the air hazy with the promise of moisture. The clouds brooding and sullen, dropping rain in the canyons. Not a good thing with harvest.
Still the weeds, the grasses, and all the plants and flowers sing out HOPE! Hope for the coming of Spring. Hope for the new dawn of awaking, after a long rest in winter.
After all Hope never dies out.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Pinto Bean Harvest for 2015—Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Our pinto bean harvest has begun in earnest now. (Fingers crossed we don’t have rain…rain would NOT be a good thing right now!)
We took the truck over and then Terry came with the combine. It was an all day thing, with more all day sort of things until at least Friday or Saturday of this week. (We are small farmers)
We sell our bean to the Beanery.
If you see sack of Red Donkey pinto beans you will know [possibly] there are pinto beans from our farm in them.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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