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,


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,



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




Terry, and


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,


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,



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,




The Last Lovely Smile—Thursday, September 22, 2016

“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.”–William Cullen Bryant

corn-drying-downThe 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-flowersFall 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.

fall-on-the-farm-roadThe nights are cool, with morning bordering on cold

golden-hairThe golden corn sings and sighs in the breezes and protests mighty in heavy winds

storms-coming-inA 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.

weed-seedsStill 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,



Pinto Bean Harvest for 2015—Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Harvest-2015Our pinto bean harvest has begun in earnest now. (Fingers crossed we don’t have rain…rain would NOT be a good thing right now!)

Grain-Truck-1We 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)
First-the-DeliveryWe 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,



IT IS FINALLY HERE!!!–Letters for my Little Sister—Monday, September 22, 2014


Finally!  The Extraordinary book of 68 glorious letters written to Celi’s Little Sister has arrived!  68 REAL stories, real experience from real women who read Celi’s blog every day!

Letters for my Little Sister, by Cecilia Buyswheeler Gunther and Melissa Hassard,  is collection of personal experiences of those who are starting through, or have gone through THE CHANGE!  Menopause.  The dreaded M word.  The word even Men hate to think about.

Remember I told you about the book here.  The THING no one wants to talk about, when something happens that is so big  a woman enters into the physical process as one person and leaves as a very physically different one.  It isn’t the end of the Change that people dread it’s the unknown of the process.  Letters for my Little Sister took everyone’s experience and complied it into a simple understanding of what their or their loved one’s process entailed.

AnotherAmazon has the book available now.  Don’t believe Amazon’s statement there is only one for sale, there is at least 100 more books.  One for you and everyone you care about.  The cost is reasonable the knowledge you will gain from the stories, poems, and essays invaluable.

I do NOT receive any compensation from letting you know about this book —-wait I do!  I forgot…what I receive is the knowledge that if you read it—you will not be alone as you, or someone travels around this bend of Change.


I hope you enjoy Letters for my Little Sister, as much as I did.

Your friend on a farm,