Let It Rain, Let It Snow, Let It Blow—-Monday, September 7, 2020

A load of pine arrived

Just as the sky was turning to crimson.

We only have to head to the mountains for aspen, then we are set for the winter!

Not long now to gather all the firewood

There is a ‘for-real’ chill in the early morning air now.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

That Mournful Throb in the Western Sky—-Monday, September 7, 2018

The huge fire on the Uncompahgre Plateau (Facebook Page) has grown and expanded to an even larger amount…filling the sky with more dark smoke as fresh timber is consumed.

The visible smoke is directly behind us now. Rising to meet the sky where the smoke and the air become as one. 

(You need to be signed onto FaceBook to open the blue links)

It’s all so terribly sad to me.  The beautiful forest quickly becoming nothing but ash, the animals fleeing…some with their fur on fire….all the fooddestroyed for those who must forage to stay alive—-the thoughts of this destruction over-whelms me.

Very sadly your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Feathers of Air and Light and Color— Thursday, September 7, 2017

A tiny movement of color

Shining like  stars amid the flowers

A spirit of air, sunshine and wings

Shimmering in the light like sparkling waves on water

A whisper

On little wings

Love,

Linda

That Hour Before the Rise of Darkness—Wednesday, September 7, 2016

off-to-clean-ditchesYesterday was the ending of summer.

boomer-and-head-outWe turned off the irrigation water

cleaning-the-ditch

and cleaned all the ditches.  Terry created this little device.  It is pushed along by the water, lifting and flinging the mud in the ditch in front of it, leaving the ditch clean behind–you can see the different in the water behind the scraper—the water is clear enough to reflect the weeds.

A tiny bit of magic for the [forever] cement ditches. It preserves your back from shoveling.

sunset-on-the-pastures

We finished in that hour before the rise of darkness.

checking-pastures

The farm was slowing down, pausing —sighing deeply as the heat of the day cooled and the summer bees slowed their echoing buzz, as they headed toward their hives

end-of-the-day

Yesterday was end of the growing season.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

THANK YOU—Monday, September 7, 2015

7I am humbly over-whelmed at the good thoughts, the congratulations, the amazing support of my publishing of my story:  Boomer and the Mystery of the Missing Rabbits.

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I graciously thank each of you for your continued friendship,

Love,

Linda

Moving Along-Harvest-Sunday, September 7, 2014

Friday and Saturday were super busy!

Blading-the-beansTerry got the pinto beans bladed and

Bladed-Beans placed in nice fluffy rows to dry.  We are still holding our breath that the rains stay away…(OH! PLEASE STAY AWAY!  Just until the pinto beans are in the Beanery!)  It might be like wishing in the wind

Storm

since we can see storms moving all around us.

Hay-1Terry has all the hay baled and part of the field in the hay yard…this afternoon should see every last bale stacked and ready for sale. (Fingers crossed)

You can see the storms playing on Grand Mesa in this photo.

Everything seems like a ‘race against the weather’ this time of year.

Pink-2I’ve got part of the fence scraped and brushed ready to paint down at the other house and I even have all but the two biggest flower beds weeded in my yard.  Sure feels good to start getting caught back up.

Tuesday and Wednesday Misty will be back for some training she needs for her new job, Linkin has asked to come with her.  It will mean missing two days of school.  Linkin is a very good student, so I think she will get to come with her mother.  It will nice to have that ten-year-old here again.  Her Grandpa has bought her a neat surprise.  He will give it to her at this point, if she comes.  Otherwise it will wait until a later, or even much later date.

BFFMaybe Linkin’s Best Friend can come out after school on Tuesday and stay for supper. I’ll ask Misty and Ellie’s Mom.  Hopefully she can.

MBSToday we only do what we must do…a day of rest.  Makes the week go faster.

Your friend,

Linda