Family, The Sum Total of Life— Sunday, May 14, 2017

Saturday we needed some ‘time off’—something to give us rest and to soothe our minds

A day to lighten our hearts

So we headed to Parachute, Colorado to watch our grandson’s last track meet, and our youngest Granddaughter’s last soccer game.

The day flew by, as if caught up in quicksilver, suddenly over

Then it was home again!

Family—each per person you would die happily for, but you also know each and everyone must do their lives their own way.

Good or bad, failure or success.

So you just travel on…going forward into your own life.  For that really is all there is.

Happy Mother’s Day

From my heart to your world,

Linda

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Up on the Roof Top—Sunday, July 19, 2015

On-the-roofThe west side of the house is done!!!

YAY!

And the south side was finished last night after supper.  Terry had to come help on a couple of scary (for me spots).

Now all that is left is 3/4 of the east side (with a very scary part surrounded by the metal roof…I don’t know if I can do all threes sides of that upstairs jut-out!  I just don’t know.  I can do the east part, by hanging out the window…the two sides will require I am in a safety harness.  That alone has me trembling in my flip-flops.

Then there is the north side of the house…sigh!

Double sigh!

It is the tallest part of the house and the steepest.  Terry doesn’t even like working up there.  The scaffolding will work on part of it….I just have to get my head around the whole process before I can tackle the front of the house.

Today I’m taking the day off.  My painting arm is exhausted so is my back and my knees.  One day off will do me good. 🙂  Besides we always take of Sunday…a day of rest.

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One nice thing is it hasn’t been hot.  Lovely cloud cover most days, OR the day starts out sunny then the rain clouds come in cooling everything down.

Sure has been nice…roof tops are HOT and so are blinding white houses.

As Red Skelton used to say as he closed off his show: “May God Bless [Good Night]”

Your friend,

Linda

 

 

A Rainbow Sky—Sunday, October 5, 2014

Sun-2When the storms started to leave our area the sun was underway to waking up the world on the opposite side of us.  The clouds had become ragged and sparse in the West allowing the sun to break free and shine wonderfully upon the land. The East still held the massively dark storm clouds, although they were moving on toward the mountains and the people who lived and worked and played among them.

Rainbow8I was upstairs putting my daily paperwork into a pile and getting ready to turn off the computer when I saw a very faint rainbow filling the east and southern part of our sky! (Close to Olathe)

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What a joy I thought to myself!  Gazing out the window I watched it fade to nothing.  Turning off the computer I headed downstairs.

Rainbow-5Wait!!!  What do I see around the Eckert, Cedaredge area?

Rainbow-3 WOW!  I grabbed my camera and headed out the front door to stand on the top step

Rainbow-2What an amazing splash of color!

Rainbow-1It was filling the whole basin with brilliant light!  You can even see some little puffs of clouds captured within the prism ray of sunlight!

I stayed an watched until it faded.  What a pleasure to be able to experience the wonder of sunlight on droplets of water!

Today is Sunday.  Today we stop and rest, only doing those things that are necessary.  Tomorrow we will be back to working on the other house and picking back-up the dropped tasks of the week.  The fields are starting to dry enough the dogs and I will be able to go out and start gathering in the siphon tubes, the plastic dams, and the metal tin dams.  The corn is still green, but if the storms stay away it will continue to dry down taking all the moisture out of the stalks, leaves, and the little seeds.  Once it is dry enough we will begin the last harvest (for us) of the season.

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,

Linda

 

Grammy Come Quick — Sunday, June 22, 2014

“Hello”

Hi, Grammy!  Can you come down here quick?

Why, Tally?  Is there a problem?

Yes, Grammy!  We have a hurt Hummingbird.  Momma wants you to come help.

Okay!  I’ll be right there.

Grabbing a hummingbird feeder (one never really knows what to expect), loading the dogs up in the pick-up truck, I drove down to the Kid’s house—forgetting the camera.  (How could I do THAT! I never go anywhere without the camera, but I did it this time!)

HURRY, GRAMMY!  Momma has it on the back porch of the old house…run, Grammy, RUN.

Honey, I can’t run I need to carry the Hummingbird Feeder.

Okay, Grammy, I’ll walk with you, but can you walk FAST?

Yes, I’ll walk fast!

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Once there I found an almost dead little hummingbird.  A youngster, not long out of the nest, maybe a teenager.  Misty said she found the little bird collapsed in the old house, panting and chirping, the chirping had stopped by the time I arrived. It was just laying there eyes closed, beak closed, breathing very hard and fast.

Goodness, what to do.

We decided that the little thing must have flown into the old house through an open door by accident.  Once inside panic set in and the little bird couldn’t figure out how to get back out.

Operating under that assumption I was thinking how much the little birds eat and how often.  Gently, gently, gently I picked-up the tiny flying jewel and dipped it’s little beak into the hummingbird feeder.

Nothing.

Hurt Hummie

We waited awhile.  In which Misty remembered the camera, which I didn’t have, so she took a photo with her cell phone.  The light is not good and we were both very concerned about the bird, but I think if you look closely you can see the little beak is open.

I dipped the tiny beak into the sugar water once more, waited and then once more.

Gradually, the little one could bring all it’s feathers back against it’s body, then open it’s eyes.  I continued to hold it in the open palm of my hand–the breathing slowed to regular breathing instead of extreme panic breathing.

I could feel it’s body stop shuddering and a gathering of energy..swoosh…it was gone!

Yay! We all three expressed triumph, approval, and encouragement to the youngster!

(Of course, we don’t know what the hummingbird thought, but I’ll bet this little one was just as jubilant as we were!)

As we were starting to leave Tally pointed and exclaimed….Look there is a hummingbird nest right there!  Misty climbed up to see if it was an empty nest…no, she said…peaking carefully inside  (from a very safe distance)…I see three tiny, tiny, tiny eggs!

With that knowledge we hung the hummingbird feeder I had brought with me close by.

We saved the Hummie, didn’t we Grammy?

We did!  Tally-two, we did!  It’s a really nice feeling isn’t it?

It is, Grammy, it really is.

A true story with a happy ending!

Your joyful friend,

Linda

 

A Quick Stop —Sunday, June 15, 2014

The nice thing about summer is the fact people are traveling…and sometimes that means they are traveling ‘through’ where we live.

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My brother, Dan (this is from last year)

IMG_1434And his pretty wife, Cloudy were also in the area, but could not stop by this time.  They usually come over sometime in August so I’m thinking we will get to see them at that time.

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Terry’s sister, Carolyn, and her husband, Wayne where traveling back from Arizona when they called and said—“We are coming through”,

Gordon and Eileen camping

Then the “Side Trips” blog folks posted about this really nice trip they were on and I realized THEY WERE GOING TO BE PASSING THROUGH!!!

I quickly emailed them and invited them to stop and have supper with us on their way back home.  They took me up on the invitation!!! YIPPEE!   It is great fun to meet people in person after years of reading and commenting on each other’s blogs!

We had hot dogs and hamburgers and all sorts of picnic food, ate outside and the wind blew us away.  Even blew my salad right off my plate.  Shish!

But everyone was was kind and gracious. ate the food, sat in the kitchen while I put stuff together, chatted together outside  – passing the time quickly.  Suddenly it was all over, everyone back on the road to home.

The wind…it hung around until today turning colder on Saturday; bringing in another cold front for our area.  It’s actually cold enough we had to turn up the heat just to take the chill off the house.  A strong cold front with heavy gusting wind is predicted until Wednesday when it will finally push itself out of here and we will start to warm back up.

I guess in the scheme of things, five days of gusty winds of 30 m.p.h, or more,  is really just a quick stop.  This time next week we will have the heat and warmth of late Spring.

Your friend on a farm in Delta, Colorado

Linda

 

 

Making Hay —June 8, 2014

Terry finished up  the last of the hay bales this morning…driving the tractor pulling the hay baler in around 5:00.   He went out as soon as the dew started settling down in the wee hours of early morning…I think around 2:00.  I was asleep when he left.  (It’s around 7 in the morning [now] and he’s all tucked up in bed resting.

MoneyHe started baling yesterday morning around 7,  the dew didn’t set on until then.  He finished around 9 when the sun had finally burned all the dew off the plants. He likes to bale with the dew as it keeps the little alfalfa leaves still attached to the stems.  If you don’t have the dew the baler will knock the leaves off as it picks up the dried alfalfa and smashes it together forming a bale, then you are left with just a bundle of stems.   If there is too much dew or it is baled to green the bale will mold, or worse yet heat up and combustion will occur.

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Making nice quality hay is a art.

I must brag a bit —I am married to a hay artist! 🙂

This making of good hay has always been a strong interest of his.  When Terry was 10 he was in charge of the cutting and baling of his Dad’s 80 plus acres of alfalfa.  Terry’s father farmed 160 acres and milked cows for the Clymer’s Dairy in Grand Junction, CO…I think he had somewhere around 50 head. Terry’s Dad raised all the feed–corn, hay for the cows, plus Red Clover for seed and pinto beans, maybe other crops.

By the time Terry was 12 he had a small hay making business (with the help of his Dad and his Dad’s equipment) — he made hay for his  Dad’s  Dairy, and several neighboring ranches.

I think his love of making a nice, high quality hay bales started way back there.  The example set by his Dad, his Mother’s drive to create something and to create it to perfection.

It still holds true today.

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So he creates the hay bales and then it’s the dog’s and my turn to go help. While he is loading the hay with the stack wagon….a wonderful invention that took away the ‘hay crew’ (a team of young men, usually high school age, and the farmer…and possibly the farmer’s daughter to drive the tractor.  So what you had was the tractor driver, a young man to heft and swing a 50-80 pound bale onto a moving trailer/wagon on each side of the trailer/wagon and a young man on the top of the trailer/wagon to stack the load as high as possible.  Once it was HIGH the whole load and the people headed into the stack where the farmer (usually) was waiting.  Backing up the trailer/wagon the four men started stacking the hay bales creating a huge hay stack.   By noon–the hay crew arrived around 7 in the morning–lunch was ready.  This consisted of a HUGE meal—the farmer’s wife and if she had a daughter or two at home, spent the whole morning creating a giant feast!  For instance—Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, salad, corn bread or biscuits or homemade rolls, with some rich dessert to top everything off.  Large pitchers of ice water, or iced tea, or lemon-aid helped wash the whole thing down.  As soon as the meal was over it was back to the field.  Everyone received their paycheck after the last bale was stacked, maybe two days or so later.)

LoadingThe stack wagon simplified the whole operation.  Terry runs the stack wagon,

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He is unloading at the stack right here.

YepI run the four-wheeler.Fuzzy stays right with me.  He sees it his duty to always be ‘right with me’.

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Boomer sees it his duty to check out what is happening all over the farm. (He is that tiny black and brown and white dot clear at the end of the field.)

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(See Boomer in the brush? 🙂 )

Fuzzy and I go up and down making sure the bales are straight so Terry doesn’t have to get off and straighten the bales;  helping them slide right in and up into the stack on the wagon.

Still-helpingAfter I get done with straightening the bales, I take the loose hay missed by the baler and load it into a little cart attached to the four-wheeler…once more going around the field–forking the yellow sweet clover into the high grass at the end of the field for the deer to munch and the loose hay into my cart. As my cart fills I haul it to the last row still to be baled.  It’s hot work.

It’s important to get all the hay off because it will smother the alfalfa underneath and plug up the furrows not allowing the water to flow to the end of the rows.

My arms are strong so it doesn’t take me overly long.

Hay Stack But today is Sunday. Today we rest. Although, Terry had to bale when the dew was perfect, we will finish the work tomorrow. Today we only do what MUST be done, like irrigate. Also two of the grandchildren are coming to spend Sunday and Monday and part of Tuesday with us since their parents are going to Craig to look for houses.

You have a nice Sunday everyone…it’s always good to have a sort of day off once a week.

You Farm Friend,

Linda

 

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—I Do Not Understand You, Boomer!

Well, just for today …THIS IS THE LAST DAY OF FEBRUARY!!!  Mom and I are doing the happy dance here there and everywhere!

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The Day is 11 hours and 16 minutes long!  On Sunday, March 9th,  we will switch to Daylight Savings Time and the day will grow LONGER!

YIPPEE!   Mom, myself, and the Little Buff Hen like Daylight Savings Time the Best.  Why?  Because we get up with the sun anyway!

Yesterday was a huge busy day…first rattle-out-of-the-box we all headed over to the equipment hill to load up ‘stuff’ for the consignment sale this coming weekend.

Mom drove the truck and trailer over with Boom and I in the back of the truck.  Dad brought over the tractor with the loader.

It was cold outside, sharp wind, spots of frozen ice, lot of cool smells.

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While Mom and Dad worked on getting the ‘stuff’ hooked up and loaded onto the trailer, then shuffling around some of the other ‘stuff’ Boomer and I checked out everything going on around there.

Smells

Hummmmmmmmm the skunks are out-and-about.  I think….snuff, sniff, snuff…yep, mating season.  Oh!  The badgers are waking up and doing some house cleaning….

Hey, Boom, don’t head over here… the badgers are out and about…you know how cranky they can get.

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‘Snuff, snuff,ummm, yumm, swallow.’  Okay, Fuzzy.  I’ll just stay up here where the cows and calves stay…smack, slurp.

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Oh…hummm….yes!  Oh, look a patch of Cheat Grass…the cows are going to love that.

The deer have come back…here is a great deer wallow.  Oh, my…I think I’ll just head on back to Mom…COYOTE poop…not, good…not good at all.  At my advanced age they would find me perfect for breakfast.

Boomer?

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Slurp, slobber…(mouth-full) Yes, Fuzzy?

Let’s go back to Mom, it doesn’t seem, like, um, we had better hang out here much longer…I found evidence of coyotes!

COYOTES!!! Yikes!

Let’s go back to MOM!  Beat you there!!!!!

WHEW!  I’m glad we are back!

Looks like Mom and Dad are all loaded and ready to go.

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This time Dad has the truck and Mom the tractor.  You go ahead and ride Fuzzy, I want to run back to the house and check out the fields as I go.

Check out the fields for what, Boomer?

Yuck

MILK DUDS, Fuzz!  MILK DUDS!

Boomer, you really are something, you know it?

Yeah, Fuzzy.  I keep the coyotes from getting close to the house!

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Ackk!  I guess so Boomer!  Gag!

Fuzzy

Sunday, December 29, 2013–My Christmas Present

I know I promised you I would show you my completely delightful surprise that Terry gave me for Christmas.

All the kids were here and their families; we had just opened all our gifts and watched the kids open their gifts (we don’t give lots…one gift a piece).  Terry and I exchanged our presents…Carhart jackets.  Perfect for those cold but not over the top cold days.

When Terry went outside for a short while and then came back in.

He walked over to me and handed me

THIS!

Shovel-1A NEW Scoop Shovel!!!

I so desperately needed one, but figured I would just have to use Terry’s Grandfather’s

Shovel-2Until I could pick out the one I want.  It’s a nice old shovel, but it’s heavy.  Still I was glad I had one to use.

(I’m really picky about my shovels…there are lots of scoop shovels and shovels out there, but I want one with a solid wooden handle, the scoop or the shovel bolted into the wood and the size of the shovel not too big or not too small.)  You can buy those things just about any place, but they are cheaply made, the scoop comes off the handle after a couple of uses — I think you get the picture.

Shovel-3My other shovel broke in two…too much use this fall after years and years of use already.  (Remember we had to scoop out the pinto bean hopper and the corn hopper because of break downs.  Then our neighbor, Sam, wanted us to grind corn for him.  He forgot to bring his scoop shovel so I threw him mine—the first scoop finished it off.

I was sick.  I almost cried.  I didn’t, but I sure thought about it.

I know, it’s just a shovel.  But it’s the shovel I use the MOST!! I use it for all sorts of things. I thought about just replacing the handle, but I’ve done that before and it’s never really a good as it could be.

I decided to wait.

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Terry said that when he pickup the shovel.  When he went to pay for it our oldest daughter was with him and she asked if the cashier could wrap it since it was a Christmas present for her Mom.  Terry said that caused LOTS of conversations: one man said he would never give his wife something with a handle on it as she might use it on him.  Another man said if he gave his wife a shovel he might as well move on out.. the jokes were rapid and wild.

Shannon asked again if the shovel could be wrapped…the poor checker said she wasn’t sure what to do, then reached down and stuck several bows on it!   The customers clapped!

Terry said it didn’t bother him what was going on because he KNEW I really wanted a new scoop shovel!  No diamonds for me–nor a fur coat –nothing of that nature, but I will fall for a scoop shovel, or a pitch fork, or a new wheel barrel!!

There you  have it…my gift of the year!  Have a good one everyone!

Your friend on the farm,

Linda

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Yesterday Terry and I celebrated our 46th Anniversary!  Four more years and it will be the big 5 0!  My how time has flown!  Like a very wonderful lady told me sometime back-‘there are good years and there are bad years, but as the years go by and you look back they are all wonderful years.’

So true!  So very true.

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Our house is growing icicles–we have been that cold here.  Warm up a tad, melt a little, cool down –bam! Icicles!

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For our honeymoon we went to Monte Visa, Colorado…not because it was this special romantic place, because there was the potential of a job opportunity there.

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Terry was working at Holly Sugar and Coors Elevator when we got married.  Mr. McCart told Terry there was going to a job opening at Monte Vista in January.  Since Terry was on his long change-over at Holly and McCart gave Terry three days off we decided to drive to Monte Vista and see if we liked the country, what the housing situation was like, and if we could live there.

What I remember the most about Monte Visa was how cold it was…the icicles were from roof to ground and thick as my arm.  Cold was an understatement.  We had purchased a trailer house so we looked into the cost of parking it and other things.  That night we stayed at a motel whose windows looked right into the drive in theater…the rooms were complete with a speaker to the movie.  Of course it was winter so no movie that night. 🙂

The next morning our car didn’t want to start…it was just way too cold.  Gradually we got the car going and headed home.  On the way back we decided to take our chances at home. In the end it worked out perfectly…Terry and I purchased a farm, he got a great job with the local power company as a lineman and I picked up work here and there until the kids started coming.  Then I didn’t work until they were all in school.

My Mother was a great one for trying to ‘control’ outcomes and create positive experiences.  A couple of years before she died she started saying: “Everything works out for the best, if you will just let it”.  One day, not long before she left this earth she told me that she knew that the major thing she was supposed to learn in this life was to –work toward the good, then leave it alone.  “It will work out for the best, if you just let it.”

Looking back on that up and down time of getting established, finding work, paying bills and just plain living, she was so right…It did work out for the best.

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Sometimes things get a little wonky (like this icicle) but who cares!  46 years and counting! That’s really cool in and of itself.

Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,

Linda

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Snowing here!  Again.  Tiny, tiny flakes with a sharp wind.

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But on Friday…  We had beautiful Sunshine!  It was a pleasure to chop and haul wood.

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Tonight it the temps are supposed to drop to -10* (I think that is -23 c, but I’m not sure) and hover there for a spell.  Then we warm way up to Zero or a little above.

BUT  there is supposed to be sunshine.  Lovely, sparkly sunshine (!)  and NO wind!

WOO HOO!

Well, off to scrape the sidewalk and mush my way out to the turkey and the chickens.

Your tired of the grey friend,

Linda