We have a leaf removing wind come in this morning right around 5:30
It has blown all day…not hard, but hard enough that we went from lovely leaves on the tree to lovely leaves on the lawn
and every place else
I have winterized the garden hoses and the pump
We are all buttoned up, where it comes to the water.
Here is my 4 O’clock photo — The Day length is now 10 hours and 54 minutes. Sunrise starts at 7:30ish and sets around 6:51 or so in the evening.
Linda
In Jackson, Wyoming….Jackson Hole refers to the valley. The Mountain Men of yore called valley’s hole, thus Jackson Hole. We found
Antler arches…amazing pile of antlers…on each corner of the city park square
The we saw the Grand Tetons in the Teton National Park. I remember seeing this when I was fourteen years old and fell into awe with them at the time. My awe has not changed…they are still wonderful!
Photo by Wayne Maxwell.
We rode the tram to the diamond and double black diamond ski slope at the peak of of the Tetons…
The wind at the top was S.T.R.O.N.G!
But
But the view….
WOW!
I could never ski down this, but I’m sure there are those out there that would delight in tackling this mountain
The moon that evening was perfect….
The next day we made it to Yellowstone.
Linda
P.S. Terry lost the first two games…then after that they tied! 🙂
My monthly post is a tad bit late….I had to do the History post on Thursday and what would Friday be like with out Fuzzy and Boomer …. a wee bit lonely I do believe…so here is my tree post today June 2, 2012
Lots and lots of lovely shade giving green leaves.
And as a delightful blog friend Ceclia, from New Zealand, now living and farming in America says: “A bendy tree day”!
If you get a chance zip on over and visit Ceclia…you will meet Momma Sheep, several little pigs, a cow who is going to calf any moment and beautiful Kupa, not to mention all the wonderful chickens.
For those of you who love to cook, she is a delightful cook, sharing recipes will all of us.
This is such a lovely time of year!
Linda
We are back to work! Hanging around and just doing what we want is now over, our work has begun. That’s what Mom told us yesterday as we headed out to help irrigate.
See we don’t farm with Dad. We stay with Mom wherever she is. Our job is helping Mom, always. Sometimes Boomer will go out some with Dad but Dad is always on a tractor or something and that is just not fun running alongside a big piece of equipment.
We ride (like Mom does) and then we work.
Boomer and I really like it.
We really like helping out too. There is so much to do. Sometimes there are mice to snap in two and sometimes not, but there are always smells to smell and for ME there is water to play in.
It’s getting a little harder every year to get OUT of the ditches, but I don’t have any trouble getting into them. Mom doesn’t like for me to get into the ditches anymore because I can’t get out very well. But I still do it — I just wait until she isn’t looking and I jump in.
The day before Dad made all the ditches on the place—first he made the main ditches, these are the ditches that carry the water to the fields from the head gate (the head gate takes the water out of the canal onto our place).
Then he made the waste ditches, these are the ditches that take the water away from the field and drop the water back into the canal so the next farm can use the water.
After that we had to wait for the ditch rider to open the head gate so we could begin work.
Work started at 6:00 last evening. We worked until 8:00 because there were so many weeds and burn trash in the ditches, but we made it.
Boomer and I helped. I even got into the water a couple of times which made Mom yell at me. She said the water was too full of trash and it would stick to my fur so I had to get out.
Geez!
Trash on fur is not a big deal.
But she made me get out.
It was rather hard to get out, so I hung with Mom looking for mice in the tubes while she dug out ends and started the tubes with water.
Dad had to work on the trash in the head gate and the transmission ditch, and then he came and helped Mom set tubes.
The trash WAS bad.
And the wind was bad. The wind kept blowing in other trash so we had to stay out and keep the water from flowing over the sides of the cement ditch for ever so long.
Boom and I really enjoyed it.
Mom and Dad said they were tired.
They worked all morning, then helped Evan move furniture into his new house and set up his new kitchen and then chased water all evening. The second they sat down in their chairs they were asleep.
Boomer and I were still good to go, but since the folks were so tired we decided maybe we wouldn’t chase Freddy Fox or any of the raccoons tonight or even get on the barking telephone system.
Around 11:00 Dad had to go back out in the wind to check tubes again to make sure they hadn’t trashed back up and stopped or the water was flowing over the sides of the cement ditch into the work fields.
We went part way and then turned back. ½ mile is pretty far to run for me anymore and Boomer didn’t want to leave me.
By that time we were tired so when Dad got back we went to bed also.
Anyhow our work has begun.
We love it, couldn’t ask for a better life!
Fuzzy (and Boomer)
Farming is going strong here. The morning always starts out good, but by the end of the day the wind comes up.
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Happy Spring Sunday!
Linda
The ground is at the right moisture for planting the last of this years crop…the pinto beans
It will take Terry about two days get the pinto bean fields planted.
Of course everything always comes together at the same time
The alfalfa has just the right amount of bloom to be cut.
First things first. First the pinto beans, then on Monday or Tuesday the alfalfa will be cut. It take alfalfa about a week in hot drying weather to turn into hay. Then there is the baling the stacking and the hay customers.
We really like our hay customers, everyone that comes out is fun to see again. Terry also sells his hay to the Delta Elevator.
The smoke you see blowing in is from the fires in Utah and Arizona. It’s always sad that summer has to bring with it forest fires.
Anyway, I’m glad its summer!
Linda
Outside of irrigating there wasn’t a lot we could do on Sunday. The wind was horrible..two days of hard wind. Blowing in gusts from 45 to 80 miles and hour. You have to walk bent over just to make it across the ditch bank.
We lost some of the shingles off the chicken house and some tin off the cow shed. They can all be fixed, nothing like what others have had to go through.
Anyway, we decided to take a little ride up on the plateau to see what the snow melt looked like (which reminds me the weather sites say this wind is being caused from melting snow and warm air-I’ll be glad when it stablizes).
We met water going up. The rivers are running full-wide and scary. Creeks are full and roaring, water in lots of places that will just be a memory come July.
The cattle have not be allowed to enter public lands as of yet, still to wet. But the grass was starting to look good on top.
The wind was bad up there also. But not like down in the valleys.
This is what it looked like on our way back down. Wind full of dirt.
The road we were on is call Cottonwood road (501) Terry says it really needs to be called dry as a bone road. 🙂
Even so, some of the wild flowers were starting to bloom.
It’s still blowing today, but the sky is blue. It’s also cold. 80+ yesterday and only around 60 today.
Tomorrow this is suppose to out of here and then the heat settles in.
I still enjoy this time of year lots better than winter. I really don’t even mind the wind, but when the long dark dreary days of winter comes … I just endure.
Happy Memorial Day, everyone!
Linda
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
The weatherman was right!
A thirty-mile-an-hour wind blew in yesterday afternoon (you are looking at field trash flinging itself all over the road, on the fences and into the next field) bringing with it a very bitter cold front.
This onion farmer was rolling the last of the field trying to push the tiny seeds down far enough into the ground the wind would not blow the seed away. Onion seeds are TINY. And they are only planted 3/4 of an inch into the ground. The roller packs and settles the soil on top of the seed protecting it.
The rain started around suppertime and stopped this morning.
Farmers in the area kept going until it just got too muddy.
Then they were done.
Some worked right up until they couldn’t drive their equipment off the field….every minute helps when you have way too much to do and way too little of a window to get it done in.
Terry and Misty didn’t work yesterday. Having worked until dark the day before getting all the ground rolled. Terry doesn’t like to ‘move soil’ when the wind is blowing. (Our top soil then goes “who-knows-where”). They will start leveling once everything dries out again.
On the bright side of this little storm we should start seeing green things popping up!
Now That is a wonderful thought!
Linda
The wind came in. (What am I talking about…we have had strong wind now for most of the year. Shish!)
Anyway, another strong wind arrived
Lifting all the lose corn leaves and flinging them
Here
There
And everywhere.
The storm seems to be moving on, so by this weekend maybe I can get this stuff all raked up.
Or…maybe another storm will come in and blow everything far, far, away.
(I think I’m just wasting my time wishing that! 🙂 )
Linda
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