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.

Early.

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,

Linda

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An Enchanted Place—-Sunday, August 20, 2017

“There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever.”— Elizabeth Lawrence

If I had to pick a favorite season….I think I might struggle a bit…the early spring days lift me up after the thin winter sun, which painted long blue shadows void of warmth and color.  Spring lifts me up like the greening of the trees color the brown drab landscape.

Then summer with all it’s heat, which sits heavy and still, on the land, and swarms of chores—which seem never ending.

After which comes fall with the crisp, clear days and immense bursts of color; bring the world into life, in a way none of the other seasons can.

But if I am forced to pick…I would pick SUMMER!

For beats with a song only the humming of the stars in the heavens, (and in my heart, my mind, and my soul), can understand.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

The Routine of My Life is Part of My Daily Contentment—-Sunday, January 29, 2017

woodAlthough the winter hours are snail-like in progress moving ever so slowly toward the uplifting time of Spring.

weedMy days are still full of wonder and joy.  From the tiny shadows of the dried out, but still standing weeds,

geeseTo a lone Canadian goose

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feather laying in wait for me to find it.

field-and-san-juansAnd always, always that wonder of the sun shining on the mountains;  (This mountain range is the San Juan Mountain range) surrounding our farm.

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And those oldest of sundials— shadows—horizontal, vertical, then horizontal again, in the shifting light.

black-canyonAs the light begins to die, burning color upon the land, fading moment by moment into ashes of gray. My heart lifts in song.

straight-aheadI hope I am always here.  Living out my last days… right here, on this little farm.

For you see….I truly love my life.

From my world to your heart.

Linda

 

It’s Raining Here—Again—Wednesday, June 6, 2015

floodSure is good for the weeds and the flowers, not so good for my working in the weeds and flowers.

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It’s also hard to irrigate.

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I worked in the sunshine (really the shade of the sunshine) all day yesterday.

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The weeds I jerked out won’t get to rejoice in all this moisture.

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Oh, well…the rain is here today and gone by the weekend.

YellowYour friend,

Linda

 

 

Weeds January 22, 214

The-weed-of-the-westYou are looking through one of the ugly weeds that grow taller than Terry’s head (he is 6’2″ tall) has a billion tiny seeds (you can see their little casings still left on the branches).  Just a small, ever so slightly touch will send the seeds cascading through the air and down to the ground waiting for SPRING! Kochia-Chenopodiaceae of the Goosefoot family a noxious plant.

The above is on our neighbors’ farm’s fence…I work diligently to keep this stuff from growing within the farm yard.  The farm itself is on it’s own.  The stems get 4-5 inches around when in full height. It’s a bugger to chop down once it’s at that height.  Lots of people just let it grow, die off from the freezes, and let the wind shift them here and there and everywhere…sort of like tumble weeds.  Although, these don’t tumble.

Once more this is a plant that originated in some other country—ASIA, introduced to Europe and then carried across to North America as a wonderful, delightful, ornamental for the back of someone’s flower bed.

I’ll bet they regretted the first year they they planted it.

This plant is one reason I wish we still had cows.  Cows love it, so do sheep and goats, but only in the early stages of growth, once it gets ankle high the plant is safe.

I’ve been out trying to gather and destroy this dried up weed, although the seeds have already spilled.  I can at least get rid of the stalks.

It’s also a good time to get rid of any and all winter annuals….cheat grass, for one.

Of course, if you are living in that horrible winter storm and deadly arctic air, you aren’t thinking of weeds.

Here we are way too dry and way too warm for this time of year.  It is really scary — one half of the USA is freezing and the other is drying up.

Prayers and Magic Thoughts, with crossed fingers, for everyone to be safe and warm and dry in that huge winter storm.  Here I offer the same for water to quiche the ground, fill the reservoirs and provide drinking water.

Your Friend,

Linda

 

 

 

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Terry finished ripping the old pinto bean ground.  Old pinto bean ground doesn’t have to disked, plowed, rolled, and leveled, it only has to be ripped and rolled and then marked.

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(He is using the ripper here.)

Terry will finish rolling it today, then he (and I) will continue work on the transmission ditch.  This our main ditch from the head gate to our whole farm —it is where we are laying pipe so the work load can shrink.  Just like moving everything to your computer the upfront work is hard, but after that everything is a breeze.

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Putting the main ditch in pipe, underground will help with the loss of water from evaporation  the slew of weeds that love having an unlimited supply of water, and HIP HIP HOORAY keeping the trash out of the rest of the ditches.

Oh, there will still be some trash, because THE WIND DOTH BLOW IN OUR PART OF COLORADO, but it will shrink considerably!

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We’ve been having storms playing along the edges of the Uncompahgre Plateau and over the canyons, sure makes for exciting sky photos!

Happy Spring Tuesday!

Linda

And The Rain, Rain, Came Down, Down Down

Lovely, thirst quenching rain.  Although, Fuzzy panicked and ran into the corn field with all the thunder and the lightening.  It took me about an hour to get him to come out.  Boomer stayed with him the whole time.  Both dogs were wet, and muddy and soaked.  They got to sleep on the back porch until they both decided it was way too hot for them and went outside around two this morning.

It is still cloudy here, although not raining.  Everything looks so happy and clean outside.  Rain is a blessing.  It’ s just hard to have it rain during harvest.

(And YES, we do have weeds….)

Whenever it rains I always think of that wonderful little song from Disney—

Linda

Winnie The Pooh And The Blustery Day:

The rain rain rain came down down down
In rushing, rising riv’lets,
‘Til the river crept out of it’s bed
And crept right into Piglet’s!
Poor Piglet, he was frightened,
With quite a rightful fright.
And so, in desperation
A message he did write.
He placed it in a bottle
And it floated out of sight.

And the rain rain rain came down down down
So Piglet started bailing.
He was unaware, atop his chair,
While bailing he was sailing!

And the rain rain rain came down down down
And the flood rose up up upper.
Pooh, too, was caught and so he thought,
“I must rescue my supper!”
Ten honey pots he rescued,
Enough to see him through,
But as he sopped up his supper,
The river sopped up Pooh!
And the water twirled and tossed him
In a honey pot canoe!
The rain rain rain came down down down…

Late Winter is Turning into Early Spring

Driving was a huge pain yesterday.  All the way to and from Paonia the wind was playing havoc with the visibility.

I always try to console myself that the wind really does have a purpose…if we didn’t get the wind the sap in the trees and bushes wouldn’t be able to rise from the roots warming up the trunks and the branches.

But sometimes….I get to thinking how tiring late winter really can be. 

Then I realize that late winter, really means early spring!  Early spring…that is a good thing.

When I got home I saw this

A green little plant of wild mustard.

Linda