The Spirits Ride the Evening Sky — Monday, September, 2019

(from Pinterest)

Tangled there among the leaves

A tiny sliver of the moon emerged

Grabbing my camera I walked out from the surrounding buildings

So I could share, with the living noises of the farm, the small chitter of the little birds as they settled for the night, a dog’s bark from over the mesa on the flatlands, and the rush of water flowing through the ditches—-

You see I wanted to connect with the spirits of the animals, the water, the plants growing and maturing on the land

But most of all I wanted to experience the murmuring of the moon

As the daylight faded and the evening light held it’s breath; before the stars started to sing.

From my world to your heart,



Between One Lift of a Wing and the Next—Tuesday, September, 12, 1017

These bright Autumn days are full

We had an overnight visit from our Grandson…he is getting TALL—5’11”

Tally came for two days and two nights

Then the last load of hay

Left…1,500 bales all cut, stacked, sold and gone! YAY!

Terry’s sister and brother-in-law came for a couple of days

The hydraulic pump broke, went through the fan and pushed the fan into the radiator..sigh!

Of course, there is always the water to change

Life is busy, but still good.


Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


The Start of the Pinto Bean Harvest, Thursday, September, 17, 2015

FloodRight after breakfast and the next set of irrigation water on the alfalfa field, Terry, Boomer, and I header over to hook-up the bean puller and bar.

bean-pullerThis is the bean puller

730-and-bean-pullerAnd hook up the bar on the back of the 730.  You understand that Terry does most the work.  Boomer is off somewhere checking out the news and I’m pretty much there to give him a tool, or the handyman jack, or move something out the way.  🙂

bean-bladeThat’s the blade…the puller pulls the beans out the ground and the blade cuts off any stems the puller misses.

ReadyThe pinto beans are ready.  The plant is dry, with only the weeds staying green and growing.

Harvest-2Up and down, careful, careful…you don’t want to run over the plants and loose your crop.

Harvest-1Slowly, ever so slowly,

RowsThe beans are put into rows.  Once the day warms up, Terry stops— warmer air will dry the dew off the pods causing the pods to split and spill the beans.

Tomorrow (if all goes well) he will put on a different blade and go out and lift all the rows UP so they are fluffy and can have air circulate among the plants.

Then we wait.  Terry says (if the warm weather holds and NO rain), in about a week the green weeds should be dry and he can start combining.

Harvest!  A huge process with nice results.

Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,


I Give to You a Perfect September Day—Wednesday, September, 17, 2014


A perfect ghost of a summer day in the middle of our farm between two corn fields!

It would be very hard to ask for anything more!

LeavesYour friend,


The Ultimate Reward–Sunday, August 31, 2014

Zinnia-2September always, always, always means school to me.  Back to school was just after Labor Day when my brother and I grew up.

Back to School meant new crayons, sharpened pencils, lined paper, or whatever classroom requirement for that year or that grade.  It also meant seeing old friends and making new ones.

My maternal grandmother, Ruth Love (Wootton) Thomas, was a grade school teacher…her classroom specialties were the First and the Third Grades.

She was gifted in helping children learn to love learning.

Zinnia-1She taught in Texas and in Cedaredge, and in Delta, Colorado, before she retired. I have heard many stories of her times in the classrooms and the little children she helped ‘open their minds’ to the wonders of knowledge.

In thinking of these things—first day of school and my grandmother, it brought to mind she would always say: “Teachers are not like any other profession.  Teachers never know if they make a difference in the lives of their students…students and teachers are just a given.”

Remembering this I also chanced upon another profound thing that happened to her late, late in her life.  She must have been in her very late 80’s or early 90’s; Granddad had passed on for several years.

Since Gram lived at home alone, next to a busy highway she was very careful about opening her door to just anyone.  Late one summer afternoon she heard a knock on her front door—going to the big window and peeking around the curtain she saw a little old man standing there twisting his dress hat around and around in his hands.

He knocked again, still acting very nervous, which also made Gram a little ‘on edge’.  The third knock he hollard: “Miz Ruth?  Miz Ruth, are you in there?”

It was hearing the Miz Ruth she realized that this old man must be someone who knew her from her past. Opening the door she found out this man was a former Third Grade student for long-long ago.

“Miz Ruth”, he explained “I have thought and thought and thought about you all my life.  I have wanted to find you [someday] to tell you ‘Thank You’ for my year in the Third grade in your classroom.”

Gram said they spent the rest of the afternoon having a ‘lovely conversation’.

After he left she called me to tell about this wonderful experience her voice clogged with tears.  “Hearing that you made a difference in one your students lives is the ultimate gift”‘ she stated to me.


(Bubbles in the air)

I suppose like most of us we can remember those teachers that created nightmares for us in school, I’m sure we can remember the ones who also lifted us up and sprung us into that next level of learning.  If you happened to see that teacher that propelled you forward…remember to let that person know…both of your days will be much brighter.

Sending you gratitude and thanks for being my friend,

In Friendship




Monday, September 2, 2013

Although today is technically a holiday here, Terry and I will be doing what the day calls for—Laboring.  🙂


My little hummers are becoming less and less at the feeders, although I see many of the little juveniles feeding on the flowers throughout my yard.


The honey bees are having a great time at the honey bar…I do feel a little concerned they are not out gathering pollen but hanging out at these feeders.  I hope it doesn’t cause a problem at the hive later on this winter.  😦 😦


If I don’t feed them they want to swarm the Hummingbird feeders so I guess it is six of one thing or 1/2 a dozen of another.  Sure is perplexing.


I caught this little moth having a great time in the petunias…yes, I am one of those that adores petunias.  I love their colors and the heavy rich scent that fills the air.


The rains are being really nice and staying away.  But they are still here and moving all around us.  I loved seeing the sunset on the rain chuts last night.


Well, off to do the many things for the day.  Terry will be cutting the old hay field, then he has to remove all the bean pulling equipment, and move the bean combine up to the shop to get it ready for the harvest (hopefully by Friday).

As for myself I have the lawn, the hedge, the many, many weeds to take care of and canning, plus all the other chores that keep a house and yard going.


Best wishes for a perfect Labor Day,