Island Magic Continues—-Thursday, February 15, 2018

We saw so many wonderful things.  A few blocks or so from Wayne and Carolyn’s condo is the Island’s Eagle Sanctuary

It’s so nice how all the residents care so very much for all the wildlife in and around this Island!

We saw the huge (I MEAN HUGE) machine; the walking dredge, which opened up the Everglades connecting Tampa to Miami.  ..I took photos but they didn’t turn out well. I tried to find a couple of good ones on the internet, but I didn’t see anything I really liked.

We found out there is a softball baseball league where you MUST be 70 or older to play!  🙂  Anyone younger does not qualify.

Later on in the day I went to the library to get our boarding passes—everyone else went and watched some boat races.

Then it was back to the beach…

and off to have a yummy pizza

Gosh!  What an amazing gift of time!

Your friend on a beach in Marco, Florida,





Chasing Words—Sunday, November 12, 2017

Bringing forth words to convey feelings, or to describe a scene is sometimes …

A bit hard.

Searching my mind for those exact words which project what I’m seeing, feeling, or hearing

Causes me to pause for I wish to show to you the earth, the sky, and capture the feeling in words that is see, hear, and feel

Looking for that perfect word reminds me how limited my vocabulary really is–

To help you see (beyond the photographs) the wind rippling through the corn stalks, or


Or clouds obscuring the sun in the possible threat of rain

Or the golden leaves being pushed off the tree’s branches as the sap slowly descends to the roots

Readying for the long winter’s night.  I always think of this time of falling leaves as trees making haste slowly, every so slowly preparing for rest and a pause in breathing

The canal water is now gone.  Turned off to winter in the Blue Mesa Dam or clear up at Taylor Reservoir.  The silence of the tumbling churning water is as stunning as breaking glass…


For us our work is slowing, but not stopping.  The harvests are all in, paychecks will arrive sometime in December.

A whole season of farming from daylight to sunset and sometimes in the deep of night.

The perfect life for Terry and I—

From your friend on a western Colorado farm,









A Rhapsody in Sunsets—Tuesday, July 12, 2016


The sun leaving the day behind often dazzles the eyes Day-ending

The dark starting to gulp the light forces the sun shadows

3to fling light heavy and still


Until all is left–a jet stream blazing a trail across the sky.

A song of evening.

From my world to your heart.






The Open Heart of my Life—Thursday, July 16, 2015

More-Pink First light—-one would think that the air is silent but it isn’t, not at all.

The are birds calling, water rushing in the canal–

Hay-field10:00 a.m. There is a rich green smell of the alfalfa field as the day heat up.

The birds and the insects are full voice, by this time, and the air dances with life.

Hay-Stack-MountainClouds scuttled over the top of us, causing the sun to highlight Hay Stack Mountain way at the end of Roubioux Canyon.  When Terry and I were young the old-timers would tell that Hay Stack Mountain was scared to the Ute Indians.  And (if) you were to climb to the top there you would see many Indian artifacts.  Neither Terry nor I have ever been on Hay Stack Mountian.  The road is closed to motorized vehicles, one must either walk or ride a horse.

$ Coming home (from a magnificent meal with our daughter and son-in-law who live in Grand Junction, Colorado) we drove in a rainstorm complete with a rainbow.#

Colorado rainstorms can be abrupt and vigorous—the wind blows in black clouds– then they break dropping water in a rush.

WOWQuickly the storm moved toward the north and the east…leaving us with a sky full of vivid color.

Your friend


Tuesday, August 20, 2013

The day’s are shorting now…around 7:30 in the evening we head out for the last check of water for the day.


We also are monitoring the pinto beans.  The field is turning yellow, which means the pintos are now ripe and ready to be pulled.


Probably next Friday Terry will pull the pinto’s so they can start drying.

Ripe-beans-2 We will need the days to stay hot and dry once they are pulled.

(see the nasty bull thistle seeds)

(The steps for pinto bean harvest is — pull the plants and leave them lay until nice and crispy, combine the plants, which is taking the beans out of the dried plants and putting them into the hopper then the truck to be delivered to the Beanery, have the beans sacked and the sold—DONE for the year)

He is baling the new cutting of hay as I write this.  The first of second week of September will be the third cutting of the old hay field.  Dry weather needs to prevail for at least a month now. 🙂


The moon was lovely last night.


I also saw a small rainbow from the storms playing around us.


My four o’clock photo of the Daily View features my Sun dial garden… rich and lush with 4 O’clocks.  The Hummingbirds love this area!


A very contented friend, Linda

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — When Smoke gets in Your Eyes


Lots of smoke here!

Its been here for 5 days and 5 nights already and it doesn’t look like its planning on leaving anytime soon.

I mean LOTS of smoke!

Mom had a blog friend tell her this smoke is from all the horrible, terrible, scary, nasty wildfires in Idaho.

If the smoke is bad HERE—in the western part of Colorado…it must be horrible there.

Fuzzy and I really feel bad for all the animals and people and plants that are being damaged by those fires.  We know what fire is like and we know how SCARY it is!!!!

Yesterday we all went to town.  We followed Blade as he rode his bike to town, first time to town on his new bike, by himself.  He did really well!

Since Blade is spending this week’s mornings with us (and his parents said he could) he really, really, wanted to ride the 8 miles to and from town.  We all got to go because, well, it’s a long ways and he is still a young boy, and there are lots of huge trucks and really fast cars on that highway.

He said it was a long ways.

The going down was fun, the coming back w.o.r.k.!!!

(Dad put the bike in the back of the truck with us and hauled him UP the hill, then took the bike out and started him on the way again.)

Mom said—“Yep, that’s how it works, one way fun the other way work.”

That evening Fuzz and I went with Mom to fork ends back on the cut alfalfa and help Dad change water.

Pretty cool!

They only left me twice.  The second time I really was hiding so they would think I wasn’t close by and I zipped up by Mom and Fuzzy and then passed them and got to the irrigation place FIRST!!!

HAHAHAHAH!  I fooled them!!!

This is the last irrigation of the pinto beans…see how ripe they are getting.  Next week or the following week Dad will start the harvesting process—-there a MANY steps to the harvesting of pinto beans!


We saw a frog …Mom said this was a first.  We see lots of toads, but this is a cool little frog (he had a buddy, but I lost track of him) was the first for our fields.

Smoke makes for some pretty amazing sunsets, but Fuzzy and I agreed…no smoke or fire would be best.



I was going to tell you about Mom’s bees, but Mom said I’ve been on here long enough so I have to go now.


One Thing about Storms

They CAN produce beautiful sunsets!

It’s raining here, but the weather man says we are going to warm up this weekend.  That will be very good.  The farmers are all having trouble with the crops, too much rain (and wind), the ground is still cold, and the irrigation water has been cut back a month too early.

Oh, well…that’s how some years go.


Delta County Highlights During Year 1908