In between rainstorms and hissing wind
The second cutting of the second alfalfa field
Is stacked and heading to other homes
It can rain all it wants to now. And the rain will be greatly appreciated.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
I love feeding the birds
And watching the Canada Geese and the Sandhill Cranes creating their own gusting wind in the great blue of the sky!
If Boomer and I sit quietly then great flocks of birds come calling
Trying to rush us away so they also may peck and scratch at the tummy-warming black sunflower seeds
While out on the (now empty land) the other day, I saw a Sundog hanging silently in the sky.
It was still there, as the huge clouds built promising ‘weather’ when I came back from feeding the birds over by the equipment area.
Cold weather coming, the Sundogs say. I like to think of them as wee little rainbows before the bitter cold.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Back on Tuesday night, last week, Boomer and I took a wee walk-about
The wind was bad, restless; like a nightmare
Then it started to snow
I was frozen; we didn’t go far
The next day showed us diamonds on the earth
Which truly didn’t start melting until Thursday
Then warming up enough by Saturday it was all gone. Leaving on wet spots where it used to be.
November has arrived; winter is officially here (no matter what the calendar says) 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Our daughter, Kimberly, and son-in-law, Cliff had never been to the East Portal of the Black Canyon so last Sunday Terry and I gathered them up and drove to see where our irrigation water begins.
The Diversion tunnel took ten years to complete, in awful conditions with very basic tools and the technology in the years 1899-1909
Everyone is always amazed at the road just getting to the bottom of the canyon, which is pretty much the road the team and wagons traveled way back when. (It’s a tad scary, just so you know)
The engineering was stunning in the fact the tunnel is almost 6 miles long, through solid rock and soft unstable ground meeting within inches in the middle. The town of LaJane (no longer here) was on the end with the soft soil. (LaJane is pronounced Lu-wan)
Besides the amazing undertaking to get the irrigation water from the Black Canyon to the farm grounds in Montrose and Delta
The views and the history of the canyon are astounding.
The management of the Diversion Tunnel and the water that flows through it is by the Uncompahgre Valley Water Users
One of the ditch riders and his family live in the house in the canyon. He takes care of the dam, the water flow, and other specialized requirements.
The sound of roaring water, the magnificent black walls
Made for a beautiful Sunday afternoon.
Then to round out the fullness of the day, we saw a Rainbow!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
“Maybe the Universe fights for souls to be together. Somethings are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”–Emery Allen
For this momentous time our children all got together and gave us a Anniversary Trip to the Wiesbaden Hot Springs and Lodge in Ouray, Colorado—complete with 90 minutes massages and money for eating out.
They splurged on the Sun Room HoneyMoon Suite
And a special soak in the Lorelei Private Hot Spring Pool.
Shannon did all our animals and chores for us while we were gone.
Fifty Years and great kids…there really isn’t much more anyone else could ask for.
From our world to your heart,
Saturday we needed some ‘time off’—something to give us rest and to soothe our minds
The day flew by, as if caught up in quicksilver, suddenly over
Then it was home again!
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,
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!
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.
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]”
When 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.
What a joy I thought to myself! Gazing out the window I watched it fade to nothing. Turning off the computer I headed downstairs.
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,
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!
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.
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,
The nice thing about summer is the fact people are traveling…and sometimes that means they are traveling ‘through’ where we live.
My brother, Dan (this is from last year)
Terry’s sister, Carolyn, and her husband, Wayne where traveling back from Arizona when they called and said—“We are coming through”,
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