The Adventures of TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Farm Life Series 8, Wind, Rain, Drought, Sun, Weather, September 17, 2021

“TLC Cai-Cai, what are you doing?”  Mom asked me in a puzzled voice.

Hunting, I mentally thought to her.  She didn’t hear me or understand…humans just don’t get animal speak, sometimes.

So, I just went on doing what I am doing.  Although, I did keep one ear and one eye on Mom so I would know what she was wanting. 😊


“You are nine months old, now, my Kitty-Kitty.  Mom said, walking behind me with her camera.  “Just to warn you; Fall is coming.  Soon you will see leaves and leaves all over the lawn, the grass will stop being green and the air will cool way down.

But this is all good.  It’s just part of the changing of the seasons.”

I jumped up into the air, quickly running off…I missed.  But I will get it the next time.  It can be anything…

bird (of course, not if Mom is around, lizard, or grasshopper.

Mom tries to stop me on bird and lizard, but she lets me get the grasshoppers.)

“Soon we will start having more and more Fall rains (we hope, Mom muttered to herself), and the air will get very crisp and down-right cold in the mornings.”  Mom kept pace with me while I hunted.

That’s okay…I like getting my photo taken.  Mom says I am very photogenetic.  Preen, Preen 😊

POW!

DID IT!!

I got a grasshopper!

SEE Mom!  A GRASSHOPPER!


“Nice, TLC Cai-Cai! I think your mind is on other things today.  We will continue teaching you about Farm Life another time.

Mom gave me a nice pet and rub on my head, turned around, and went back into the house.

I played with the grasshopper until he wouldn’t move anymore. Then it was time to go HUNTING again!

TLC Cai-Cai

 

 

Before the Rain — Tuesday, July 27, 2021

Before the rain

That thing called WIND

stirred everything up

Spread the top of the soil

Here and there

And

Everywhere!

After the rain…the ending of a RAINBOW!!! 

YAY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Where We Are, What We Are Doing— Thursday, July 8, 2021

The heat is back…hot like the underside of burning logs

The day starts so brightly, if you shut your eyes the light stays under your eyelids for a long, long time

Sometimes the clouds build up around us..skimming flat over the plateau

and a wind bends the long grasses this way and that

Then the clouds move on being pushed somewhere else.  (Which is a good thing with the alfalfa turning into hay)

The first field of alfalfa is now being baled and hauled.

The second field has been cut and is drying into hay—-

Our days busy, busy with the back and forth of this and that.

2nd cutting of hay:  First field is done, the second field in the process, the third field still to go.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

And Then—Sunday, June 27, 2021

The wind and dirt arrived again

Making it hard to move around on the farm; littering the air and our mouths and noses and eyes

Along with the wind came RAIN Clouds

Lovely, soft, earth quenching, leaf cleaning, air freshening Exhilarating RAIN!

We’ve had a few days of off and on rain now!

It is indeed a beautiful, intoxicating, cheerful, enlivening THRILL!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

IT’S BACCCCCCCCCCCCK — Tuesday, June 22, 2021

Saturday we had clouds come in—–and a smattering of delightful rain.

Smoke in the sky—-still.

Then last evening,

as we rode out to change the irrigation water,  we rode in gigantic surging drifts

and volleying gusts

of a staggering force of the dirty wind.

At least it didn’t last long.  This morning it is gone.

Although, the sky is still pretty smokey.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

A Memory of Winter’s Chill —- Tuesday, May 11, 2021

Sunday night a huge wind/potential rainstorm came rolling into our area.

Monday the sky was heavy with low clouds and the air sharp enough to make a person think of January.

The weather people said rain, but (right here) we didn’t see any.

Just smothering dust.

Hopefully, we will start to warm up again.  I’m ready for the winter and it’s chill to just be a memory.

🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

To My Delight — Monday, March 22, 2021

It was very windy Saturday afternoon, late

When on a wee walk-about I saw this delightful creature

He turned and looked at me with surprise in his eye.

I caught his face just before he flew away.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Thrill of Euphoria — Wednesday, November 11, 2020

We had gusty winds on Monday

Winds rough enough the weeds were jerked loose and flung here and there

The dust was rather eye-filling, to say the least.

Still, the murmuration of the birds was delightful (see the wee sundog in the sky? Colder air on its way to us)

The swirl and 

And the joy of the  Red-Winged Black Birds fills our sky each and every day.

Their dance is delightful to see so I go out often trying to capture them rippling in the air.

No matter what the wind does. (Scattering weed seed here and there for next year’s crop) 🙂

Bringing in storms

The buffeting wind can, also, scatter clouds giving us sunshine.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Before the Second Snowfall of the Year — Thursday, November 5, 2020

(This photo was taken just before the First Snowfall of the Year)

I decided yesterday,

I needed to go into the heart of the farm,

into the heart of the Earth;

where places of wonder exist,

places where I could forget politics

and angst

and worries.

I went off and on throughout the whole day

Looking at the crisped bushes, trees, and the fallen leaves

Gathering the heart of the Earth into my heart

Enjoying the peace

(Looking for these creatures)

The shadows

Before the predicted

High winds of Fall

(I only saw a few of these)

Are due in here of Friday

Bringing with it several days of the second snowfall of the season.

The light last night was lovely.

My favorite light—looking at the world through the color Rose.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Gift of Sunlight, Water, Air—Thursday, June 18, 2020

We are back to having wind

…not a soft breeze, or a lovely gentle rush of air

But the blazing strength type of wind which whips your words away in a huge rush

The kind of wind which bends trees and drys out the land

Still, it’s all good.

Irrigation water has been cut back, causing us to change it every 8 hours, three times a day.

I think the Gods are watching us…

To see if we care about the gift of land, and sun, and air

We try to be good stewards.  It’s time-consuming, but very rewarding.

Then of an evening, we like to watch the world slow down.

 

Each and every day

Priceless.

“No! I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith.”–R.A. Salvatore, Streams of Silver

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda