I like it when I can find ditch foam. It’s not rare but it is unusual. (TLC Cai-Cai is walking with me)
Then there are the NAUGHTY Girls, who broke out of their pasture
Yep. Not a good sign.
Thankfully I was home and able to catch them and put them back in the corral.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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
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.
(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
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
Yesterday was the ending of summer.
We turned off the irrigation water
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.
We finished in that hour before the rise of darkness.
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
Yesterday was end of the growing season.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I 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
Friday and Saturday were super busy!
Terry got the pinto beans bladed and
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
since we can see storms moving all around us.
Terry 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.
I’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.
Maybe 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.
Today we only do what we must do…a day of rest. Makes the week go faster.
Your friend,
Linda
