In the Peace and Quiet — Monday, April 19, 2021

“Age has given me what I was looking for my entire life…I fit into me now…I have become the woman I hardly dared imagine I would be.”  Anne Lamott

Shhhhh…go slowly in the low sun

Allow the light to dazzle your eyes.

Watch the sun blazing through the dip in the canyons way up there on the Uncompahgre Plateau

See the hawk, on silent wings, flying softly —-hunting, hunting

The sky, slowly darkening

Until the first stars start to show.

From my world to your heart,



That Rumpled and Weary Plateau—-Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Coming down from our Autumn Four-wheeler ride we started into the smoke from the Bull Draw fire, which is occurring right behind our farm on the Uncompahgre Plateau

The smoke was thick and intense filling the clear sky with the smell and feel of damaged forest 🙂

But yesterday, Monday, we had lots and lots of wild scattered showers of rain, with very little wind and no lightning,  here on the farm and up on the Plateau.

The FaceBook page for the Bull Draw Fire is very positive:

Date: Monday, September 25, 2018
Acres: 36,549 acres as of September 23 at 1800
Containment: 95%
Personnel: 85

Yesterday’s Activity: Containment is now at 95% due to successful firing operations completed on Saturday, Sept 22 and multiple days monitoring fire lines. Wind gusts up to 20 mph were present and served as a strong test of all lines in place along the north and east sides of the perimeter. Fire behavior was moderate and well within the interior. Yesterday’s operations did not require water drops from a helicopter or a reconnaissance flight by an Authorized Unmanned Aircraft Systems (UAS), or drone. Crews continued with snagging operations in aspen stands along Divide Road and around UC Cow Camp. The fire did receive precipitation, but no measurable quantity was observed.

I must say that is news which expresses great pleasure to my mind and heart.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,





Moon Shadows Floating By —- Tuesday, July 31, 2018

The sun sets with brilliant colors only seen through smoke and ash

Another fire broke out behind us...on the Uncompahgre Plateau….closer to the Nucla, Colorado side.

The fat lovely moon rises pink in the evening sky

Then as the night darkens and the air starts to crisp the moon breaks clear of the low lying smoke and ash

It breaks forth in a clear and marvelous wonder, casting moon shadows on the land… and filling the earth with its marvelous glow.

Terry and I sat outside on the swing, as the leaves made shadows as we slowly rocked to and fro.  (Boomer besides us and Mindy on Terry’s lap)

From my world to your heart,




Eyes Ready for Wonders—-Sunday, May 27, 2018

We took a wee trip.  Over the Uncompahgre Plateau (just behind our house) to the west end of Montrose County…into the towns of Nucla, Naturita, and Norwood.

We traveled across the Uncompahgre Plateau to the base of the Lone Cone guarding the hills, vales, and towns from it’s majestic view there in the sky.

We have been hearing how terribly horribly dry everything was on the plateau, so we took off for a five-hour-round-trip drive (with a nice lunch in Ridgway, Colorado)

Oh…it is sooooooo dry up there.  So very dry.  The green grass, which should be green, just isn’t.  It looks like October grass all brown and crinkly.

The ponds, sloughs, ditches, and reservoirs are dry. Nothing there, accept possibly a puddle.

It’s all so scary.

The west side of the Uncompahgre Plateau looks much better than our side.  It is greener, the wild berries are blooming and the trees starting to put on new leaves.  There are even some ponds with water in them.

As we grew closer to the San Juan Mountain range we saw snow still on them—so there is hope for those living in that area.

If we start to get rain it will help.  Then next winter’s snow (as much as I don’t care for winter, it is an important source of water) needs to fall early, thickly and very often.

Only time will tell.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,







Controlled Burn—-Wednesday, November 15, 2017

The Forest Service is doing a controlled burn on the Uncompahgre (Un-come-pah-gray with the accent on the gray) Plateau—two days and two nights so far and heading into the third day.

The late western sun creates many stunning colors along the horizon, here, where we live the shadows are long and deep and dark, while in the forest the fires rage. 😦

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


An Irresistible Exuberant Delight—-Tuesday, July 19, 2016


We’ve been living with heat for several, several days now.


Miserable heat, the kind that hangs in the air  and never really seems to cool down. (Although, I will take this heat over winter any day!)

Yard-8The weather people said we might have rain yesterday…so we waited.

Then last evening I could see rain playing around us on the Uncompahgre Plateau.

Yard-9Rain chutes filled the sky looking toward Montrose and over toward the Peach Valley area; still the bumblebees and the hummingbirds never exhibited anxious hovering in the flowers like they do before a storm makes it’s way to us.


We set the last set of water in the glow of the Full Thunder Moon; the air more restless than early in the evening.


Then during the night the rains came!  We woke to beautiful fresh air, the ghost of the storm hanging damply on each blade and leaf.

Today is alluring, with clouds moving in again, and the promise of POSSIBLY more rain.  My garden, the farm, and myself are all doing the happy dance!

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,


A Much Needed Break—Monday, July 11, 2016

Off-we-goTerry and I needed a break!  We needed something to do that wasn’t related to the farm, something different—and close enough to the farm we would only be gone a few hours.

50-inchesSo off we went to the Uncompahgre Plateau.

Up there we ran into Hank and Angie Davis, as we turned onto the trail to Dry Mesa. Davis’ are the ranchers who calve out their cows on our place in the winter.  They also live and ranch just below us in the Roubidoux Canyon. AND they live on the Plateau while the cows are summering up there.

A short ways in we ran into Bob and Lois Helgland and their son, also on their way to Dry Mesa.  The Helgland’s live on the Plateau most of the year, but have another home two miles from us heading east.

Then we met our daughter Shannon and Jason on their way for a Sunday ride.  We rode with them.


I always bring up the rear…I’m slow.  I’m not on a ride to race.  I’m on a ride to take photos

Dry-MesaAlthough, I sometimes get so far behind I can’t see or hear anyone.  It’s usually at that point I get concerned I took the wrong road and am now lost.
So far I haven’t.  Which is a good thing.

HOTBy two o’clock we were back home setting water in the heat and the wind.

A nice break.  One much needed.

Your friend,


Home is the Nicest Word There Is—Sunday, April 24, 2016

“Home is the nicest word there is.”—Laura Ingalls from Little House on the Prairie


I finally got a series of the Pink Full Moon in April…


after downloading the photos I was surprised that there is a faint pink to the moon!


Also, one day last week we saw the most stunning view of the San Juan Mountains—the sky was cloudy accept where the sun had broken through and was shinning just on them.

Sjs We live in the original land of the Ute–the Shoshone–and the Blackfeet Indians–they called the San Juan’s the Shinning Mountains…when I saw the sun breaking through the clouds and lighting up the mountain range I SO had to agree with them!

The San Juan’s lie to the south of us, to the south west is the Uncompahgre Plateau, the west is the Canyons and the desert called The Stinking Desert, to our north is the Grand Mesa, and to the east are the West Elk Mountains.   We are surrounded by shinning mountains on three and half sides and stunning canyons and desert on the other half side.

SoSJSince we live and farm on a mesa we have the joy of seeing so many vistas of great beauty.

I just know, where each one of you live, you also share in this perfect wonder land called the earth!

From my heart to your world!



Beyond the Tips of Silver Wings—Monday, August 10, 2015

Early, early Sunday morning we received a phone call from a friend asking us to come fly with him.

GoNot being people who could turn down and invitation of such wonderful magnitude… we were off!

COnfluence-LaeThere (just above the wing tip),  was Confluence Lake, in our small town of Delta, Colorado. You can also see the  Gunnison River flowing toward Grand Junction, Colorado,  and two large fields of sunflowers on the top of lower California Mesa.

GMWe flew above the North Fork Delta County,  and then he took us over Grand Mesa.

BCAs time went on we traveled over the Book Cliffs (where wild horses roam) just above the city of Grand Junction, Colorado.

UncompahgreThen over the rugged and beautiful Uncompahgre Plateau (Un-come-pah-gray, with the accent on the pah)

Us-2The smoke from all the fires made the air a little hazy, but suddenly we were flying over our farm.

Coming-inWhat a joy!  What an amazing adventure and a delightful gift!

Sunday in the air!

Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,


The Sound of Water—Monday, August 3, 2015

StormsThe storms are building again.  We have had two days of fall like weather…pleasantly cool and moisture filled.  As I write this the sun is shining, but the clouds are building over the Uncompahgre Plateau (Un-come-pah-gray, with the accent on the pah).  They say we will have heavy rain this afternoon.

Rise-1Today my daughter and the grandchildren leave for their home in Craig, Colorado.  This time (the leaving) always makes me sad.  Although, I know in a week or so we will get to have Linkin for a spell.  And we will make a short trip to Craig, to take Linky home after our week with her.

The space in-between won’t be THAT long, it just the fact there is a space.  I’m sure all you parents out there understand.  Of course the children, who have moved away only see this as necessary …. and an adventure.

It’s the leaving part.

I remember my Grandmother standing forlornly in her driveway waving her little hankie, tears in her eyes, (as we would drive away) all those many years ago.  And we weren’t going far….

Today I walk a mile in her worn and battered shoes.  I will kiss each one good-bye, and wave sadly, but with a brave smile on my face. (I hope), but the sound of water loud in my ears.


Your friend,