Dazzled by the Storms—Wednesday, July 12, 2017

We set the last set of water under the treat of an approaching rain storm

The wind whipped a series of fast moving showers all around us throughout the Uncompahgre (Un-come-pah-gray—accent on the pah) Plateau; along the canyons between us and Grand Junction–the Roubidoux, Esclante, Dominguez Canyons, then soaking the desert separating Delta from Grand Junction.

Stunningly beautiful fast moving rain!

At one point the late sun broke through just long enough to illuminate some of the rain drops south of us to look like a faint rainbow!

 I’m not picky.  I’ll take anything that looks like a rainbow, even for a few moments in time.

Then as nighttime arrived lightning whipped the Plateau, wind beat our area, and thunder hammered the heavens way over there on the Uncompaghre.

Boomer and both cats came in, to lay as close to me as possible.

Lightening slithered along the canyons and gullies on the Plateau, with distant drumbeats of thunder sounding loud [here].  It must have sounded like the roll call of the end of the world up there on the Uncompahgre.

Although rain seethed around us the skies only sprinkled on us—not even turning the ground to mud…just damp.

This morning we woke to rinsed skies, cooler temperatures, with thick gray clouds hanging in bunches, waiting to mush together at some future point in time.

They say by Friday this flurry of small intense storms will be gone from our area; the heat and sun will return.

These little reprieves from fierce sun and heat are good for the soul. (Just like warm/spring-like days in the middle of winter).

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Peaceful Radiance—-Wednesday, June 14, 2017

The wind has been blowing hot and long for several days now.  Starting around 10 in the morning and sighing to nothingness by twilight.

The full moon is shrinking, every night a little bit more toward that dark time without the moon.

Still the evenings are beautiful with the shining path of peaceful radiance we call silver-moon-lit skies.

I love these little spaces of time, whereby it’s just Boomer and I walking in the silence (sometimes Min-Min cat goes along with us) ….which really isn’t silent.

The furnace blast of heat is gone, the night air calm and alive, with an intoxication, of being pleasantly free from huge gusts of heat—hot wind, which whirls my hair into my face and mouth; free from being pelted with tiny bits of dirt.

In the daytime we hear the voice of the wind, but as the evening comes on we feel the night of tranquility!

From my heart to your world,


The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Eleven

I barked and bayed and hollered, I was sure that ghost would not DARE to come any closer!


Ruth suddenly hooted at me:  “Run, Boomer, Run!” The ghost is coming up out of the Dark Forrest and moving through the pasture!”  Ruth lifted herself up off the ground and silently flapped into the sky.

Suddenly it was just me!

Just me, myself, and I!

All by myself!


And terrified!

I turned myself around, looked backward over my shoulder saw the ghost being lifted up on the swift 40 mph wind!

That did it I headed across Rocky Point, down the Cattail Draw and onto COYOTE RIDGE!

Far above me I heard Ruth call: “Quick Boomer, not only is the ghost moving quickly up Rocky Point I can see three coyotes moving through No Man’s Land heading toward Coyote Ridge!”

I stopped right at the very top of Coyote Ridge!  I was winded, in a panic, and very tired.  Ruth flapped down landing soundlessly on the top of sagebrush …. “You must keep going, Boomer.  You must.  If you don’t you are going to be coyote nourishment or worse…ghost fare!

I had wilted onto the ground.  Wore plumb out.  So exhausted, if I were asked to roll over and get a belly scratch I would just have to whap my tail on the ground in an sad and unhappy manner.

I lay on the ground, head on my front paws desperate for air and energy.

“I know, Ruth, I know, but I can’t seem to get to going…..”

Just then the ghost swooshed over my head and Ruth’s head, it snapped, crackled, and flapped, slowly starting to descend.

Ruth screeched at it and I sat up and bayed.  If I had to take on that ghost I would!

Unexpectedly the wind gusted picking up the ghost and tossing it way up into the air and over toward the old Apricot tree!

“Run” Ruth hooted. “RUN! The coyotes are starting up through the Cattail Draw!”

I gathered all the strength I possibly could, headed toward the back trail which goes around the bottom of Coyote Ridge, hoping against hope I could make it around the hill and onto the back pasture. If I could get there I could make it home.

Home where the coyotes never tread…at least I don’t think so!

I kept on pounding the ground, my feet sore and bleeding from missing the trail and stepping on cactus…but I kept going.

I was just at the gate to the Outside Pasture when I heard the coyotes on top of Coyote Ridge letting out a loud series of calls and moans…OH! HEAVENS they were RIGHT ABOVE ME!

They started singing and wailing sending cold shivers along my spine.  I stopped and looked up…what I saw made me feel as tiny as an ant!

At least I wished I was tiny as an ant.  Those three coyotes were terrifying and mean looking to say the least!

I shrunk down and started slinking along, hiding in the shadows created by the Ridge.  Then I started jumping from the hill shadows to the shadows of the trees and bushes along the way.

Once I lost focus of the shadows and looked over, into the old Apricot Tree…there was Ruth.  Waiting patiently for me.

“I’ll keep watch…just keep coming”, she hooted to me!

Suddenly, on a blast of cold artic air the monster of a thunder storm circled back and was blasting the air with thunder and strong jagged lightening.

In one major flash of sky fire I saw the ghost AGAIN!  It was there in the sky…large and white and billowing.

I picked up my feet and RAN!


A Summer Storm has Arrived—-Thursday, August 4, 2016

Storm came in 1The wind blew in a rain storm last night; slamming huge drops of water into the west side of the house. The dog and cat made a mad running dash to the house before me, but had to wait as only I (or Terry) can open the door for them.

Storm-2This morning we woke to thick clouds overhead.  A curtain of mist rising off the fields, and the flash-frying heat of the last few days…GONE!!!

Sam-and-SunThe air is cool and wonderful, bringing relief to the plants, the animals and us!  The thick scents of the wet ground and the bathed plants insinuate themselves through the open screened windows and the screened doors.

We are all rejoicing!  Cool moisture, after searing heat, is such a blessing!  It makes one want to dance.  Although, dancing in Colorado rain is a very chilling experience.

From my world to your heart!


The Voice of the Wind—-Monday, April 25, 2016

Dams-1I can’t remember now, which day was so full of wind we had trouble setting the dams in the dirt ditch, maybe it was Thursday or Friday — when you don’t work for someone else each day tends to be the same as the day before and the day following.

More-DamsAnyway we had a big wind for along time.  It was cold at different points, warmer at other points.

Ditch-CompanyThe canals filled up with trash — enough that the ditch company had to come back through with their equipment to clean them out.

More-DCBoomer was deeply enchanted with having them come through

Stranger!The wind actually picked up his ears, for him, as he ran forward to ‘save the farm’  I was delighted at his cute ears flying in the wind!

Mid-night-water-checkWind of that magnitude (55 m.p.h. gusts) causes us to go out several times at night —keeping the canal in it’s banks, the irrigation water in the proper ditches and the furrows going straight.  Night-CheckAll without weeds and debris, to choke everything off and cause floods. Runs like this give us a sense of absolute security.

FlowingThen the wind leaves, pushing its way onto other parts of the country.  The setting sun lights up the water with jewels; the flat lands and canyons below our mesa shadowed in deep indigo and purple, the edges of the Uncompahgre rich in the color of rubies.

SetTerry and I share a deep contentment, of work well done, as we finish up in the company of the sky.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Another Sign of Spring—Monday, February 22, 2016

On Thursday, of last week we had wind, clouds and scattered showers.  The wind was a mess…it picked up the garbage cans and flung them here and there and everywhere.

It knocked off some tiles on the chicken roof, which I spent Saturday fixing. The wind was a mess!  Well, actually the wind created a mess. (It also dried out more of the mud! 🙂 So it was also a blessing! )


along with the wind came rain showers

Sorta-rainbowAnd with the showers a very, very, faint rainbow.  Terry said it is so light it really doesn’t count…But I counted it!  I saw it! It was bright enough my eye could see it and the camera caught it’s faint colors.  So that counts!

A Rainbow!  We are moving forward!


Your friend,


I Give to you a Love Song—Tuesday, October 20, 2015

The weather is decidedly cold and wet.  Boomer, Sam the Cat and Monkey the Cat, have decided going outside and ‘hanging out’ is best left for another day.  🙂

Still Boomer and I went for a small walk, tramping down the ditch bank roads filling our lungs with sweet, cold, fresh air.

As Boomer checked out the news I realized the wind was playing a lovely Love Song. The following is the melody…and in the end you get to hear my old lady voice as I storta stumbled while trying to turn off the camera.  Be Kind, now.  I was shocked to hear how much I sounded like my paternal Grandmother….I put it down to almost falling.  (Lets hope so.)

As always your friend,


Maybe Today—Nope!—Sunday, June 14, 2015

Conversation Saturday morning….7:00

Terry-“What does the weather people say about the weather today?  If it’s going to be nice for a week I really need to cut the alfalfa.”


Me–“Hummm, a slight, chance of scattered thunderstorms.”

Terry–“Okay, I’ll get ready and then go out this afternoon.  First I need to haul some dirt.”

Me–“Sounds Good!”

2:30 p.m.

RainHail, rain, thunder, lightening, flooding.

Terry, after coming in soaked, —“I guess we were in the path of the SLIGHT chance of a thunder storm.”

Me–“I guess so.”

Your friend on a very wet western Colorado Farm,


The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—We are Tired

Mom, Dad, Fuzzy and I are wore out!

Really wore out!

It’s been a long week…I mean L.O.N.G.!


The wind wore all of us down.  It also wore out all the plants.  Not only that; it was a hot wind.  Really hot!  And full of dirt!

So we had …hot, dirty, wind.

But there were some fun things too.  Like going to change water all the time.  (That is my most favorite thing in the world to do.)


Up there I found a cool snake! Mom was putting the trash catcher into the ditch and a green snake was in there with a Mouse in his Mouth!  The snake dropped the mouse and it floated now the water.  The snake tried to wiggle up the side and couldn’t make it.  So Mom and Dad helped the snake out.  It was really fun!!!!

How cool is THAT!!!


Sammy brought Mom a GIANT mouse one morning.  Just purrrfect for breakfast, Mom!  Sammy purred.

“What a good kitty you are Sammy-Sam!”  Mom gave Sammy lots of loves and pats.  Fuzzy told Sam that he would have just snapped the thing in two and left it where he found it.

Sammy just purred back to Fuzzy… Yes, Fuzzy, you would have.  But Mom wouldn’t know so you wouldn’t get any pets.



Shish, fumed Fuzzy.  I didn’t think of that.

Then the wind blew down a HUGE branch! It was a giant job!


It took lots of work…Fuzzy and I helped Mom load all the little branches into the back of the pick-up. Then we rode with Bladen and Mom up the Coyote Hill to dump the broken limbs off into a big pile.  Misty and the kids picked up the big chunks Dad cut off the HUGE branch, (Kelly was at work but when he came home from lunch he also helped).

When we got everything down to just the colossal limbs Dad came back down with the tractor.  And Mom came back with the trailer.

Once we all got to the tractor part Fuzzy and I had to just wait until Mom and Dad to chain up the logs and load them onto the trailer.  Then we rode up to the Coyote Hill with Mom in the pick-up pulling the trailer; Dad following with the tractor.


DONE!  A huge pile to rot away on Coyote Hill!


After the last irrigation of the day Mom and Dad sat down outside with us and just gave a huge sigh, “Friday we are taking the day off,” Dad said.

Of course that really won’t happen, but the work will slow down to just what has to get done.


Sometimes a rest is necessary.  You have a little rest today (everything will be there tomorrow)…those of us on our Colorado Farm plan on doing so!


Time Long Ago —- Tuesday, June 17, 2014

IMG_4279This is our sky…full of dirt and wind and wind and dirt and dirt and wind…oh, yes I said that.

Roubidoux-2Here is the Roubidoux just the other day

IMG_4280Here is the Roubidoux now and yesterday.  I think all of Utah has come in on the 40 m.p.h. gusts we have been having.

But enough of that!  I wanted to relay to you a story told to me by a long-time blog follower- Mr. John North.

Here is what he had to say:

Speaking of long ago— you are so good in relaying history of your area and your family too, I am going to start a bit of that myself. Not a blog, but just “personally” to you.

My maternal great Grampa,Charlie, an original settler west of the White Mud River in Saskatchewan ( early 1900’s) told the following story to my father when he was a relatively young man and around the time my dad married his wife, Grampa Charlie’s daughter.

He was a rancher and at the time of the story I am about to relate, he was a widower.

One day he was out inspecting his cattle. (The pastures in Sask. are measured in Sections, they were that large. My cousins still do that. ) He was an excellent horseman till nearly the age of 90 and sat tall in the saddle, dad would tell.

Well, it so happens that Charlie needed to dismount and walk nearer some of his cattle. So intent was he on looking after the Mums that he failed to notice that a big bull walked between he and his mount. (I wish I could remember his horse’s name, but I can’t.)   He heard the bull sound off and turned around to see him pawing the prairie. He could do nothing to save himself, running was a waste of breath. So he locked eyes. The bull charged him.

Great Grampa Charlie was pretty fearless as the one tonner closed in. At the last second he sidestepped the big fella. But back in that time the bulls had their horns. As he rushed on by with Charlie doing some quick footwork, he swung his head and hooked Grampa, laying open his stomach.

There was a grievous wound, as you can imagine. Being far “out there”, there was no possibility of medical help.


He held himself together, and somehow made it to his horse who hadn’t drifted too far. He finally got up in the saddle and rode slowly back to his house. It was not easy and it was not a short ride. The distance is lost on me and I can’t ask my dad because he has passed on. But by and by he made it home and slid off. He got into the house and came out with a needle and thread. He then found an old plank which he laid on a flat area. Then he laid on the plank, tucking his innards back in. As best he could he stitched himself back together.

I know there are other details, now forever lost, but Dad said that he returned to the house, recuperated and went back to work. Not sure how long it took but he was up and doing and didn’t look back.

This happened while he was an older man, I forget what age, and he went on to live many more years. It all seems incredible, but he did what he had to do.

I guess it was episodes like that that made him the man that he was, Dad loved the ‘ol guy and the the feeling was mutual. He was strong and he was kindly. He had grit and he had cattle savvy. And it seems he was a “Doctor” as well.
Your friend,

What’s a little wind and dirt in the air compared to this?

Pink-SkyAt some point in this week the wind will leave and the dirt will settle down upon the land adding new soil to the old. The clouds will reappear and the sun will rise and set with outstanding colors.  Just like Mr. North’s Grampa we really need to do whatever it takes to ‘get ‘er done’, then move on.

Thank you, Mr. North for sharing with all of us this feat of ‘just making it through the day’!

Than you, Dear Readers for sharing your photos of rainbows, and birds and fun stories.  I’m always interested in what you send me.  If you don’t mind I would love to share them with all of those who have subscribed to my blog.  Life is full of wonder every where we live.

Your friend,