On a Golden Day Called Sunday, Tuesday, September 15, 2020

The Canadian Geese are back…winging their way over our farm

The days are full of delightful sunshine, gliding the land in gold.

So for a wee treat, we took our daughter, Kimberly, and son-in-law, Cliff, up to Cedaredge, Colorado, to Roxy and Bob Morris’, Red Mountain Ranch Store and Tasting Room where we had frozen apple cider slushies.

Then on the way back, we visited Heart’s Basin, where, LOW and BEHOLD(!), we saw a pelican fishing for its dinner!

What a lovely treat of a day!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



A Chill Seeps Onto the Farm Each and Every Night Now, Tuesday, September 8, 2020

The morning air is cool almost cold now.

Although, we have been warming up into the 100’s (again) in the afternoons.

I’ve been out-and-about taking photos of the wildlife (if I can find them)

Leaving the little Beeglie at home resting.

The smoke is back —thick (see above) and miserable

So without further ado

I will give you my wee collection

Of the critters

Who, like us, are harvesting and



For winter

And yes

I do take out treats to feed some of them

But, of course

I don’t feed all of them

The little hummers are leaving us now.

I’m down from 12 feeders to two.

Well, there you have it.

A small collection of fun creatures who share the farm with us.


Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


When the Corn is in the Silk, —The Deer Come Back to the Farm, Tuesday, July 7, 2020

Now that the corn is in the silk, the deer migrate back to the farm.

So I sat up a couple of game cameras to see if, and when, they had arrived

Deer are notorious for eating the silk off the little corn ears.

Corn has lots of predators—

Bugs, humans, skunks, raccoons, and DEER!

Yep…Here they are.¬† ūüôā¬† We love seeing them.¬† Terry worries about the corn loss, but we don’t do anything about it.¬† Some for them, some for us, is our thought.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Day Three — Creating the Pipe, Tuesday, March 10, 2020

Bright and early the operator of the trimming and fusing machine arrived on our farm

This is a fascinating machine—it trims the pipe (we have six pipes to trim) then fuses the pipes together in a weld which will never come undone —or so we were told.

Since we had the black pipe stored in the goat corral, the trusty backhoe lifted up one pipe at a time (as needed)

Which was then placed into the fusing machine.  First, the machine trimmed all the rough edges off of the pipe (see the black bits laying on the white box). The digital information stopped the trimming when everything was perfectly smooth and equal.

The pipe was pushed a short way through and the next pipe was placed in the machine to be trimmed to perfection.

Once it was perfect the two pipes were pushed together and heat applied.  It took 9 minutes to fuse the two ends together

The truck was attached to the first pipe to help move the growing pipe stay straight

Until all six pipes were fused together

Then it  was time to move the pipe into the corrals (in preparation to line up to the newly created tile line)

The backhoe moved the pipe little by little.  The goal is to move the pipe under that further corral fence.


Then the pipe had to be straightened out

Once it got straightened out

They started pulling the pipe through the horse corral, into the goat corral, and toward the new ditch/tile line

There!  All set to pull through.

But by this time it was late in the day and everyone was tired, tired, tired.

We begin again Tomorrow.

See you in the morning!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Fingers Crossed — the Corner Turned, Tuesday, January 21, 2020


Crossing my fingers on both hands (my toes, my arms, my legs, my eyes)

This is the THIRD day without jaw, tooth, nose, eye pain!

I still have a dull, nagging roar of pain under my ear…but OH! MY! The joy of the lessening of the rest of the pain!

I am so incredibly grateful for starting to experience ‘feeling good’ again.


Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Sunlight Glowing; ’tis Summer, My Favorite Time of Year, Tuesday, July 10, 2018

I spend every waking moment (that I can) outside. Working in the yard, helping Terry in the fields, reading a book on the lawn furniture

It’s terribly hot here this year, 90* (32.2 c) by 9:30 in the morning. Terry wilts after the thermometer hits 90*.

I seem to perk up.

We balance each other that way.

Still, the heat IS more like August; then July.

The plants are reacting to this unusual heat, by speeding up their growth.  Already the corn is starting to tassel out, and the pinto beans are shooting runners.


Almost two weeks early.  Seems very strange to us.

The weeds are loving it!  Growing rampant and wild and (even in some cases) lovely. Still, they are weeds, and therefore, undesirable.

Of course, they always and forever more pick the worst spot to grow—is there a good spot?

The little birds chatter and sing until around noon when the heat is too much for their songs.   From noon until seven in the evening they sit with wings spread out, tail feathers wide, beaks open, and eyes half closed.  Trying to stay cool.

But my flowers in the yard!! Oh! My!  They are bursting forth in such beauty.  Their scent silken as it caresses the air.

The touch of the sun warm on their breathtaking allure.

Then the evening sun fills the sky with gold, orange, and apricot.

Ahhh….summertime…and the living is good.

From my heart to your world,


Waiting for the Moon, Tuesday, September 29, 2015

BM-8Like all of you, Terry and I waited for the Super/Blood moon to rise over the eastern mountains. ¬†(Although, ¬†Terry had to jump up randomly from the Broncos game), Boomer and I sat outside and ….watched!

BM-#The site was a fascinating wonder to behold

Blood-Moon-1What an amazingly beautiful gift from the heavens

BM-2Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


A Deep Hush, Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Night-coming-inThe farm at twilight sends out  a deep hush

hollyWhich says: ¬†“Step lightly…listen carefully…


The Swallows catching supper lend a peacefulness to the cooling air.

Moon-in-TreeThe plants stir gently in the gentle evening breeze

Peek-a-booGlittering moonlight shatters the gloom sending waves of silver–much kinder¬†than the sun, slower…a different rhythm– bringing on that space of time called night.

Your friend,





Spend the Afternoon—-From Sara, Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Sara, Punkin’s Patch,¬†did a post a couple of years ago about a springtime float down their river.

I loved the last photo so much I asked her if I could have a copy.  She so generously sent me one.

From-Sara¬†Isn’t it wonderful!

“Spend the Afternoon. ¬†You can’t take it with you”–Annie Dillard

Sara started her post with the above quote from Annie Dillard. Annie is so right…we do need to remember to just stop awhile and enjoy…there is much out there for us to see, things that soothe and fill our souls with peace and replenishment!


I hope each and everyone of you take an afternoon and just ENJOY…we all need to visit those things which stops time, work, and the busyness of doing!

Your friend,



A Rainbow Gift from Cedaredge, Colorado, Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Kagedog, My longtime blog reading friend sent me this lovely rainbow.

Here is what her email said: ¬†“Here’s a rainbow for you, Linda, just to brighten your day. I took this one a couple of years back from our deck. We don’t often see rainbows over Cedaredge. More often in the other direction over the Black Canyon. Just thought you might enjoy it.

Have a nice day!
What a beautiful site!

Now you can also enjoy it! A gift of hope!

Your friend,