The Adventures of TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Farm Life Series Chapter 11, The Third Season, SUMMER and Water, Wednesday, February 23, 2020

Summer is all about one thing:

Water!

Water for the crops

(which I will tell you about in another series)

and Mom keeping her flowers and stuff wet.

And Dad keeping the farm crops growing.

Water!

The Life Blood for the Farm!

This water stuff doesn’t come to end until late August or early September.

It all depends on how fast the corn matures

and when the last cutting of alfalfa occurs.

For Mom, the watering of her yard comes to a hault

when the farmer next door stops watering his fields.

Water…there is more to it than meets the eye.

TLC Cai-Cai

 

The Adventures of TLC Cai-Cai on Wednesday—-Farm Life Series Chapter 8, The Second Season, Spring, Means Rain, Wednesday, February 9, 2020

Well, as you found out I am talking to you about our weather.  For now, in this post, we have now moved to Spring (although, it IS NOT Spring right now. Just for this wee report on the weather here on the farm)

Spring weather is busy weather.  Always.  That is why I told you about all the ‘work’ on the farm…work is a type of weather, you see. All that tooing and froing brings a sorta wind to everything.

Spring brings all the songbirds back so that (yum, slurp, lick) the whole world sounds like BIRDS!

Also, it’s time to say goodbye to those BIG birds. They rise up one day and point south in a huge arrow, call GOOD-BYE to Mom. Mom waves goodbye to them; throws a kiss, tells them safe journey, and come back again.  The farm is always waiting for them.

And they are —- gone!

But for REAL Spring weather we turn to RAIN!

Good ole make your fur so wet it takes three hours of constant licking to ever get dry again.

Mom pets me and tells me…rain is good, TLC Cai-Cai, it cleans the earth, washes everything new, and helps all the plants grow and turn green.

Mom doesn’t understand how TIRED my tongue gets.
Just say’n.

TLC Cai-Cai

The Adventures of TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Farm Life Series Chapter 6, The Second Season, Spring, Wednesday, February 2, 2020

By the end of February Dad is getting pretty excited to start farming. Why even some of the other farmers…the BIG GUYS… have started.  It all depends on the frost in the ground, or not in the ground.

Dad and Mom have been busy ‘doing stuff’ most of January and most of February. This stuff usually consists of whatever it takes to make the FARMING SEASON go smooth.

Sometime in late March or April, the Apricot trees will start to bloom.

Mom says LATE APRIL, please.  If you must bloom make it LATE APRIL!

You see there are still many, many cold nights and days that kill things that burst forth into robustious blooms.

A cold snap (or a terrible freeze) doesn’t seem to hurt the trees or the leaves (or lack thereof) on the trees, but it does take a huge whack out of the blossoms!

First, there are lovely sweet-smelling flowers and BAM! They are brown and dead and fall off the trees.

Of course, that also means there is no fruit to can later on.

Anyway, by the time March comes roaring in (we hope it roars in not out)

Mom and Dad are farming—

Which isn’t weather, but still…it is SPRING!

TLC Cai-Cai

 

The Adventures of TLC Cai-Cai on Wednesday—-Farm Life Series Chapter 4, The First Season, WINTER!!! Then there is the WIND, Wednesday, January 26, 2022

Wind is the worst!

Mom says Wind in the Winter is the worst, she rather likes wind any other time.

Wind in the Winter is COLD!

I agree with her! Wind in the Winter is horrible, terrible, and bad!

It snaps the trees, throws tree branches every which way,

picks up all the weeds, and flings them in your face, not to mention…what it does to a CAT!

There are warm fuzzy covers for dogs, and humans have hats, gloves, and hooded jackets to put under big thick heavy coats and socks and boots and…. well, you get the picture.

Cats, now…they don’t get any of that stuff.  Just think what a cold nasty wind can do to trees and weeds, now think of what wind does to cats!!!

TLC Cai-Cai

Dancing, Dancing, Dancing in the Sunlight —- Wednesday, November 24, 2021

The dance of food/life

The sun and jet…streaming in the shivering air

Lawerance of Arabia, Tonto’s replacement…dancing, dancing for all the girls

The Quail rising into the sky

Moonlight; adding beauty to the earth, air, the heavens

A rather thin little pheasant—dashing, dashing, dashing away.

And my miss at getting a nice photo of a Flicker.

Each and everything dancing in my soul.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Before the Black Clouds and the Freezing Temperatures, Wednesday, October 13, 2021

And just before Terry went into for his hernia operation

We winterized the corvette. 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

What We Have Been Doing, (all in caps :) ), Wednesday, April 14, 2021

We have two fields of alfalfa being irrigated now…one is almost done (tonight) the other one tomorrow night.

Terry has finished leveling one cornfield, and marked it out, then packed the rows

After which, we started water on it last night.  This will take several days to have this field wet, but we have begun.  After the whole field is wet then it will set for a spell to dry out some. Then we plant.

Of course, there are other fields of corn to go through the

leveling, marking, irrigation, plant process

And another hayfield.  But we are making progress.

 

Besides helping Terry set tubes, I have been working in my yard.  Two days worth of work and three more to go

And I can say—Spring has arrived in my yard!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

From Out of the Wan Night Slides the Shadow Walker —Beowulf, Wednesday, November 25, 2020

I decided to move the game camera — my plan three nights in one place, then move it to another place, to see what I could see.

Ahhhhhhhhhh, nighttime, when strange things stalk the earth

Rather cute little creatures —although, very deadly to chickens.

Shape-shifters who stalk the land at midnight.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

There in the Daily Murmur of the Land, Wednesday, September 23, 2020

These times we live in are so

scary, really.

I tried to think of a different word;

only scary seemed to burst out of my mind and stay there.

I have given up listening to the news

Reading hate-filled anything

Watching any type of National Sports.

I do so, to keep my mind sane, although,

We keep on working, and I am putting up food as always.

Storms clouds are not just building, they have arrived.

My Dad said I liked to look at the world through rose-colored glasses.

I think he was right. For I bury myself in the daily murmur of the farm.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Nearly Constant (the Smoke), BUT Look What is Happening, —- Wednesday, August 26, 2020

The smoke has been nearly constant, burning the eyes and smothering the land. But late evening brought a wind

That started to clear the skies from the dull light through the deep smoke

The wind gusting here and there adding to the

sweet joy of seeing the new baby alfalfa seeds taking hold and starting to grow

Even in the muted gray of the skies, and the true lack of real sunlight, the new field is starting to green up.

The evening colors weaving lushly in the sky

And bathing us with immediate relief.

Greenfields and clearer skies!

With even a hint of rain in the air!

WOW!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda