The Crunch of Snow and the Slush of Melt —- Wednesday, January 9, 2019

(This is an old photo from the last melt two weeks ago, but I loved the colors)

It’s melting here…great swaths of earth now call MUD forming here there and everywhere

It is the season of MUD!

But I am thinking it won’t last.  This, after all, it is January.

There are several more weeks to go until March

But for a short spell, I will enjoy this small melt

Wipe up the mud and water as we come into the house

And continue to count the days until the new season of farming starts.

(These photos of snow and birds were taken three days ago…we are melting fast)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

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Yes, I Still Wear Shorts —- Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Yes, it’s cold outside…

And normal people like to dress with lots of layers on

Yes, we heat our house with a wood stove, which makes for lots of work…

But it has to seriously get cold for me to start wearing long pants to work around the farm (I wear long pants to town…just say’n. 🙂 )

I have had to give up my flip-flops during early morning activities

But it has to get insanely cold—like in January and February

To give up my shorts.

In my defense when I grew up all little girls had to wear dresses to school, even in Jr. High, even in High School…please tell me what is the difference between dresses that are the length of shorts and, well, shorts?

🙂

That’s my story and I’m sticking with it!  LOL!!!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

My Thirteenth Birthday A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

My Thirteenth Birthday

Chapter One

 

This month I am 13…really Mom and Dad don’t know my birth month and I can’t remember…too little you see.  But it was in October I was rescued here on the farm…all skinny and worried and sad…caught in a live trap to see what was causing havoc out by the cornfield.

That is where I learned to LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! Canned cat food.

In the live trap, all scared and terribly hungry!

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Mom fell in the love with me the first time she saw me.  Fuzzy fell in love with me and shared his dog house, food, and dog bed with me until the October he went over the rainbow bridge.

So—-because Mom doesn’t know my real Birth day, the day she found me is my Birthday!

Mom found me on the 10th day of October.  The Vet said I was around 5 years old (just like Fuzzy was when Mom found him) that makes me THIRTEEN!

To celebrate my thirteenth years of being alive I decided it was time to take a wee walk about on the farm (who knows if I will be able to next year) and give myself a birthday party with all the friends I meet.

I have some really cool friends.  Friends that do NOT want to meet Mom or Dad and more than likely really won’t be invited to come into the yard….just say’n.

 

So here it is…October—almost November and I think it’s time I have a bit of an adventure.

I chose my time carefully…waiting for Mom and Dad to be very busy splitting wood — not watching me in any shape or form—and took off On A GREAT ADVENTURE CELEBRATING MY BIRTHDAY!