The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Out and About with Mom and Mindy (sometimes)

Mom and I

and sometimes Mindy, took walks in the rain, in the wind, at night, and in the storm we had.

But this morning we took a walk in SUNSHINE!

Anyway, here are some of the things we saw

These tiny birds are back…YAY!  Mom and I love to see them and watch them…they watch us, by freezing very still, not moving at all.

If Mom talks to them, they get very nervous but don’t move.

Last night, after the storm left, Mom and I went for a short walk to the old tree, which is no longer there, because the ditch company sprayed and killed it….and Mom saw a helicopter coming our way.

She took a picture (Mom always has her camera with her) just to see if the helicopter would show up.  Only the lights on the helicopter showed up.  Still kinda cool.

Our storms were mild compared to other places so the renter is back on the land this morning.

The sun setting through the storm last night was rather cool.

Mom and I checked the apricot blooms…yep, froze.  There might be a few that make it, but nothing like there could have been.

The canal water came yesterday!

Mom and Dad and I all thought YAY!

Dad says today we make ditches!

Oh!  I hear a big truck!  I know that motor!

Gotta go!

See ya,

Boomer

I Pushed Through the Panic —- Thursday, March 28, 2019

I pushed through the panic and started the heavy lifting of the old railroad ties.  Terry came over with the four-wheeler and helped.  He on one end and I on the other.

We loaded the ties onto the four-wheeler and drove them over to the coral gardens, which I have decided to spruce up a wee bit also

Terry worked with me for a couple of hours; afterward leaving to go do some work at the Upper End.

I like the new look to the flowerbeds at the corral garden spot.  The old boards were starting to rot so repurposing the boards with the railroad ties will help keep everything going strong there.

Here you can compare…the new beds with the railroad ties and the two older beds.

I hope to get the two older beds freshened today.

We lifted and removed the ties.

Then later as I hauled soil to the repurposed beds and replanted my plants I looked carefully at what was happening!.

Seeing my garden beds with new eyes, so to speak.

And I LOVED it!

I will get everything out this bed and plant it all to grass.

The grass will be so much nicer to deal with!

Since I can’t figure out what to do with the bed where I keep all the bird feeders, I decided to take Janice Blawat’s, Emily Summer’s and  Sara’s advice.

I am going to plant a ground cover or herbs in the bed and hope they smother everything out!

There!

I am moving forward!

Thank you each and everyone for the excellent advice and concern.  I will have to seriously look into a sprinkler system at some point.  Then my work will be shrunk to a more manageable size.  (I hope)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Song of Storms and Wind—-Sunday, February, 17, 2019

Friday night a storm started blowing in

The moon once clear, but with a halo, became fuzzy with clouds

By morning we were in a series of storms

The clouds grey and vaporous, dark and wraithlike

The wind pushing them along in a haunting song of winter’s lullaby

The wind was so sharp and cold it could peel your skin

All around the storm’s outriders turned the world to grey and then white

The wind howled and the rain fell flat and stinging

But by evening the lashing storm had spent itself, moving onward to other parts of the land

The clouds turned to gold and the air filled with sunshine.

Although, we are cold today…the day is beautiful; singing a much different song then yesterday!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

I Love Watching Shadows—-Sunday, December 16, 2018

From my office window upstairs I can see the shadows as they change, develop, and disappear daily

They grow long, shrink short,

Compress together until many shadows become one

The sunlight moves upon the land making all the shadows

Ripple and move like silk

Until the land is deep into the dark

But the full sun also forms magic shadows

Shadows all brought to us by that exquisite sky

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

That Bright Curtain of Sunlight—Thursday, May 3, 2018

This is an old story.  Not ancient, but one of those stories which keeps repeating itself until the mind and body feels exhausted.

We are so cold here I actually have a fire in the wood stove again. What an oddity, but a fact.

We keep having amazingly nasty weather this spring.  Wind…mighty wind, huge amounts of wind that sock you right in the face and blow around things even tightly fastened.

Then lots of cold gray clouds full of moisture, which never really drops on our part of the world.  It rained in town one day, and just down the road a mile, but only got the ground wet here.

Wet works for it cleans up the air and refreshing the plants.

But for a second, on the morning of May 1,…before all the clouds amassing over the plateau become thicker and thicker —  pushed along to cover the whole of the sky.

There is was…a miracle of golden morning light, shadows shafting across the rich green alfalfa field…and I was outside basking in that spill of light and shadows.

Lucky me!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-Friday Update

We had a winter storm come in on Tuesday.  What a long boring day that was….the cats and I slept most the day.

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Then Wednesday we had SUNSHINE!

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Beautiful SUNSHINE!

And Thursday!

And TODAY!

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Early morning the birds still look like its cold.

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The storm blew in a pair of Robin’s!  Mom was ecstatic!  I didn’t get it, they were just Robins.  But Mom was happy so I was too!

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I got in huge trouble because I brought in a fresh afterbirth.  I had just brought it onto the lawn when Mom saw me.  Grabbed the really yummy thing and hauled it to the burn barrel.

Bummer!

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Mom, Dad, and I do a daily calf run.  I Love Going on the Four-Wheeler! I just love it!  I’m safe up there, from those old mean momma cows, and I can see and sniff to my heart’s content, without having to walk!

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Mom and Dad are still cutting and hauling and stacking wood.  Three loads a day.  Although, they don’t go if the weather is snowing.

Just a minute…..

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Scratch, scratch…I’ve got an itch!!!

OH!

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MAILMAN!!!

GOTTA RUN!
BOOMER

 

 

 

Dancing in Shadows—-Wednesday, January 18, 2017

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We had sun for awhile yesterday! And the temperature rose enough to dry up some of the mud.

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The heavy clouds cleared and the moon unfurled itself over the farm— lighting Boomer’s and my path with silent silver mysterious and wild moonbeams.  Like the flutter of an angel’s wing.

Today the sun rose in an almost clear sky!

moon-beamsThe late setting moon drifted fast toward the west making the moonlight pulse rather than flicker, in the soft yellow sunbeams, which fell all around the sun-starved earth. Giving the air, the sleeping trees and plants and the drying earth a glow even an angel would enjoy.

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So off I am to work in the woodpile—there are logs which need splitting, kenneling to split and gather, plus a few other tasks I couldn’t do because of the mud.  Terry is working on getting the snowmachines ready to take to mountains.

boomie-looking-for-newsAs for Boomer…he can look for news!

From my world to your heart!

Linda

Our Weather Report—-Tuesday, January 17, 2017

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We went from this

wet-004To this and have stayed at this for weeks now. Rain and rain and even more rain.

wet-003Sigh!  The days are long and grey and boring and ever so nasty.

roof-topStill it seems like there is always something that needs to be done.

walk-in-the-farmI’m looking forward to walking with  Boomer  in the SUNSHINE!  Where we throw shadows on the ground and our feet don’t collect mud!

But not yet!  Not today.  Not for awhile.  Another big storm system is heading in here in a day or so, until then just know that I am

Hot-Summer-NightDreaming of those hot summer nights some place in the future!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

I Miss the Sun—Monday, January 9, 2016

snow-on-the-san-juansWe are socked in again.  The sky is thick with clouds and the scent of snow is live in the air.

Sigh!

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My mind, my heart and my soul misses the sun.

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Even a tiny sliver of sunrise would be nice.

ice-and-shadows-014Or a quick peak at the sun as it vanishes into the night!

Any sunlight would be nice.

Until then…

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I’ll know that the mountains are filling up with snow…snow means melt come spring, melt means full reservoirs and water for irrigation!  YAY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Heat Shimmering on the Farm—Sunday, June 5, 2016

Here-Comes-the-Sun-4The heat has arrived!  The sun started the day with a promise of warmth..of air smelling like Iris, Columbines, roses, and pink daisies.

MorningI woke feeling ever so creative and full of energy that I took upon myself a staggering amount of work: clean in the basement, mop the floors in the kitchen, bathroom, the back porch, wash all their windows, clean all the cupboards and cabinets, and refrigerator,  oh, yes and scour the stove.

Rosese-1Work in one flower bed: weed, prune, deadhead, etc.  Painted two of the garden benches.

Sammy--and-the-rosesWhile I’m at it —why not try three new recipes I’ve been wanting to try for some time

AND….start making paper.  (Something I’ve been wanting to do for—ever)

Sitting-Water-on-the-dirt-dBy the middle of the day the heat was sucking down into the earth, causing the soil to glow and simmer and Terry and I to do so right along with it!

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It was still hot when we went for the last set of the night, but starting to cool down. (As a side-bar note–I really love the heat; it’s the cold I don’t care for.)Evening-1 When we finally got back home after the last set (9:30 p.m.)  I was obliged to admit to myself— I can not work like that anymore.

I have to pace myself…I was way too tired. I may have been able to work like that a few years ago, or even last year.  But not this year.  From now on I’m going to ‘save’ some things to do later.  There really isn’t a time clock on my work.  The only real time clock exists with the plants on the farm and in my yard. Everything else will wait.

And if people come and the house needs dusting, or the windows washed, I hope they understand—-somethings will just get done at another time.

Evening-2Besides…I’m sure it’s okay.  I never go see someone’s home, I go to see the people who live there.

From my world to your heart,

Linda