The third cutting is accomplished. All three fields are now “down” drying.
Depending on the weather, the next step will be baling and hauling it in and getting it sold. (Although, some of it is already sold! 🙂 Thankfully)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Soon, very soon, the falling leaves will hold mastery over us
Drifting down silently, laying a colorful mantle upon everything.
Autumn is in the air.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Our apple tree has expanded itself in a most delightful way
Completely filling each and every twig and branch with lovely, lovely flowers.
We will see if another freeze comes along and wipes them out; like all the other fruit we have.
Time will tell….until then I will enjoy this massive show of abundance.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
WOW! Just thinking of that new age to be is amazing really!
But for right now! I’m still 72—then tomorrow 73!
Wow!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Gosh, here we are the last day of September.
Tomorrow is October.
The shadows in Autumn are just a little bit thicker now
A little bit darker, the light from the sun more brilliant
The air holds a chill much easier
Although, the middle of the day holds a tad touch of Summer
I must confess, the only time of the year, the weeds are sorta kinda pretty.
Blink…time is moving fast.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sometimes I am doing something when I see my hand
It shocks me, if only for a brief moment of time
For I think, I see my Momma’s hand. It startles me for I know she is not here, she is beyond the Veil, somewhere.
This sudden ‘seeing’ of Momma started sometime this farming season, I can’t pinpoint when.
But there she is, just for a moment, reaching through the veil touching me, gathering me close, stirring my heart, filling my mind with the memory of her and her tender yet firm love of me.
I am now older than Momma when she died. I no longer have a compass, a way to approach each day, year, or a single tiny bit of time. She passed away, many years ago- the year 2000, when she just turned 71.
Thank you, Momma, for the brief, gentle time of walking with me, I know you are with me when I see your hands on mine.
From my heart to your heart,
Linda
We spent all day Monday…from 9:00 in the morning until 6:00 in the evening (after irrigation and before irrigation)
Moving dirt.
You see our canal water is so full of dirt that settling ponds have to be dug; allowed to have the water flow into the pond, and the dirt to settle out, then the pond is dug out in the Spring.
Not to waste the dirt, or let it blow away in the ever-present wind
We load and haul the dirt to different spots on our farm. Putting the dirt back into the SOIL of the ground.
A long day sandwiched in between the other stuff.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
One of the most painful moments in a person’s life probably comes with the insight that an age has been reached when there is more to look back on than ahead. A Man Called Ove, by Fredrik Backman
The snow came and left. Watering the dry earth. It was nice. I am also glad it is gone.
Here we go…heading into another year.
Good-bye 2020. Thank you for everything, all the good, the lovely, and even the ugly.
Hang on world…here comes 2021!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We spent yesterday hauling dirt from the settling pond a mile away, back onto our farm to use next winter.
The smell of dirt, filled our nostrils from start to finish 🙂
We had an audience
They LOVE watching FARM TV.
From 8 in the morning until the setting of the sun; back and forth we went.
Although the work was revitalizing, in a comforting sort of way…it was also very exhausting — lurking right there under the current level of necessary energy.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Joe Cooper, a long-time reader and delightful contributor to this little blog, sent the following email and photo–
“Hi Linda.
Hope all is well.
I went to pick up my daughter tonight from a friend’s house after trick or treating.
9 o’clock and they are harvesting the soybeans.
NW corner of Stewart and Simons Roads
Plainfield, Illinois
10/31/2017 at 9pm
Just thought I would pass it along.
Thanks for giving me a good read every day.
Joe”
Harvest going on long into the night!
Thank you, Joe!
From the farming world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 