Twilight Coming On—Tuesday, May 3, 2016

PCM2We spent Sunday afternoon with our daughter and son-in-law in Grand Junction, Colorado.  They wanted to take ‘Dad’ out for dinner for his birthday.

It was lovely. Being with family is always special to Terry and I.

When we got home we took the four-wheelers out to check on the corn–if the corn is sprouted little roots it’s time to harrow off the dirt so the seed doesn’t have a hard time coming through our soil. (It was time—today Terry is harrowing the first field)


Twilight was coming on when we headed out…and so was another storm. (Looking east toward Paonia)

Pink-Clouds-2When either Terry or I, or just one of us is in need of peace we feel it out here. (Looking toward Gunnison, Colorado)  The wind was sharp and a little brisk. A chill from a passing clouds cooling us even further.

The farm and the surrounding area were filtered by the gathering clouds, dappling us in shadows.

Rain-Shute(Possible rain or snow showers on Grand Mesa.)

Then coming home we saw it

Rainbow-and-treeThe brilliance of sun, and sky; a gift from the heavens!

Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,


In a Former Life—Sunday, May 1, 2016


For 37 years Terry was a lineman for the power company—most of that time he was a Line Foreman. (Here they are repairing a broken top of a pole —-an electric pole…not a telephone pole!)


This was taken when they were helping with a huge fire at Paonia, Colorado

Up goes the PoleHere they are sitting a power pole.

All the wind we have been having caused one of the yard lights to trip a breaker then go out.


Still a lineman!



Coyotes! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Seven

I slept off and on for most the day and even into the night.  Mom kept coming into my doggie bedroom…where my dog bed resides…and checking on me.

Then around late afternoon time I woke up-just woke-up!  I got up and padded into the living room and said HI to Dad who was just sitting down to watch the Rural Evening News on RFDTV.  He always watches the Rural Evening News for the Corn Report.  I sat there for a little spell waiting for him to notice me…I got there just as the Corn Report came on. Pretty soon I started feeling hot so I had to cool myself down—pant, pant, pant…

“Boomer!  Stop That!” Dad admonished, “I can’t hear a thing with you panting right by me.”

“BOOMER!  You are UP!”  Mom came into the living room with a HUGE happy grin!

“Come here, Boom!  Come here!”  Mom walked toward me and I walked toward her.  Once I got to her I flung myself on my back and offered my tummy for rub.  I ADORE tummy rubs!

Mom rubbed my tummy. Then she scratched right in that spot where the back leg connects with my ribs—that sweet spot of bliss.  For some reason whenever I’m scratched there my back leg goes 50 m.p.h. trying to help Mom scratch!  I was in heaven!

Then Mom felt all over me and pronounced me ‘good-to-go’.  “Still pretty stiff, Beaglie, but I think you are bruised more than damaged which is a good thing.”

I got up, gave myself a good shake and headed toward the back porch; then out the back door.

She was right…I’m back to my old self!

Just as I hit the door I heard the phone ring—I stopped, sometimes the phone ringing means we get to go do something interesting. I sat down and cocked my head to one side—so I could hear better you understand.

“Hello”  that was Mom.

“What? Again?”

“Well, okay…we’ll come down and see if we can figure this out.”

murder in the hen house

Getting off the phone Mom told Dad that my oldest human sister just found another hen dead.   She said that we (Boomer and Mom) were going down to analyze the murder.

With that she grabbed her jacket; asked me to load up and we were off!


Mom and I skirted the body of the dead hen—then Mom bent down and picked the poor old girl up—mauled, feathers pulled off, skin scuffed up, broken neck….Mom started listing everything off.  While she listed I sniffed up the bird really good.  Sniffing for clues, you see.

Then I sat down and thought a bit:

Again the hen was in the hen house when found murdered

All the other hens and the rooster were over by the woodpile, not in the hen house

She was still warm

She wasn’t dragged off (this could mean the murder wasn’t hungry OR had gotten scared in the middle of the murder)

It was a black hen…there was only one black hen, now there isn’t any black hens

There were bite marks on the neck in the throat area

Probably walked right into the hen house since the door was wide open to let the chickens free range

Could be anything—coyotes, skunks, badgers, foxes, wild dogs…owl, hawks…darn!  It could be anything.

I’m still stuck in the same place I was before!

“Well, you go bury this one and I’ll do a quick clean of the hen house.  Then we will put them in for the night.”  Mom started raking up the hay and feathers and such.


I started following my oldest human sister, only with my nose to the ground…hummmm this smells interesting…sorta furry, dirty, fluffy…veering off I I left the yard and headed back out toward the old apricot orchard, which is now a pasture.

I do believe I am onto something………………….

Our Farming Hearts—-Thursday, April 28, 2016

Yesterday was another chill spring day of damp and moving air.

SeedTerry continued planting the corn, then worked on the pinto bean fields.  We are close to starting water on those fields, close, but not yet.

Trash-in-the-canalWe are still experiencing lots of trash in the canals.  It’s a daily job to keep the water ways clear.  We will fight this trash until the middle of June.  By that time all the fields above us will be planted, all the canals and laterals will be open, and the wind should have died down.

April-Moon-3I’ve enjoyed my series of photos of the April full moon.  They give me a small bubble of happiness whenever I look at them. What is so delightful is the moon really is tinged with pink.  Therefore, the full moon of April is called the Pink Full Moon.  Perfect I do believe!

While Terry planted I filled up several buckets, of our saved shelled corn from last year; soaked the corn in water for a couple of hours then took a bucket out to the end of the field (which I will do for every field) and started scattering the seed.

Feeding-PheasantsWe do this because the pheasants LOVE scratching up the sprouting corn seed and eating them.  If I can give them enough soft (easy to get too) corn they will leave the fields alone.

RunI came across one of the males running along in front of me as I worked.  It was blowing a little hard  so he thought he could out-run me instead of trying to fly into the wind.

FLYGiving up running he took off; just watching him go gave me a breathless feeling!  What a beautiful bird!

Storm-MovingAlthough, it wasn’t raining right on us, huge rain chuts were drenching parts of the Uncompahgre Plateau.  (Un-come-pah-gray—accent on the pah)

On-a-Ditch-Bank-1The sheer ordinariness of the day fills our farmer’s heart with good!

Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,



A Gift from Merri to all of Us—-Wednesday, April 27, 2016

DULUTH-SPLIT-ROCK-LIGHTHOUSThis is a photograph of Split Rock Lighthouse in Duluth, Minnesota! It is taken by a wonderful photographer in Merri’s home town.  Isn’t it just stunning?

Thank you, Merri!  and Thanks to “Explore the Shore” Christian Dalbec Photography!  Here is his FaceBook page if you would like see more of his photography.  I think some is even for sale!

Your friend,


Spring is Breathing Restless—Tuesday, April 26, 2016


Terry planted corn, in another huge wind storm complete with rain.  It couldn’t be helped. The ground was just at that ‘perfect place’ — not to wet and not to dry.  To wait any longer and the tiny window of opportunity would be gone.

The air was sharp with ozone and wet dirt, extremely cold against my face, when I delivered  sacks of seed to him, or to go get him for lunch.

Boomer would be shivering by the time we got back to the house.

CherriesIt blew and rained off and on all day.  Then cleared late in the evening to allow my lovely sour cherries to freeze (?)  I sure hope not.  I didn’t check the temperature this morning. It was what it was.

But it was cold, so fresh and sharp that it tickled your lungs to breath…by five o’clock I had to start up the woodstove; the heat felt lovely.  It’s still going today and it looks like I will be filling the woodbox for at least five or six more days and nights.

Sigh! This spring is very restless; very wet and cold and windy.

Moving-DamsWe are still creating and setting dams.  Two more and we will be done for the year.

KitchenThis morning I woke the normal silence of the house. House silence isn’t like farm silence– farm silence is full of winds that whisper, the flutter and swish of birds, and the vast sounds of the sky.

Nor is it the disturbed silence of town–the swooshing of tires passing, the slamming of a far away door, a roaming and uneasy always constant movement.

The silence of the house is the dim glow of first light coming through the window…a gradual lighting of the night into day, the feel of slumbering thoughts, of those still sleeping, the pad of Boomer’s feet as he follows me into the kitchen.

The tea kettle’s boiling water signals the day has begun!


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,



Home is the Nicest Word There Is—Sunday, April 24, 2016

“Home is the nicest word there is.”—Laura Ingalls from Little House on the Prairie


I finally got a series of the Pink Full Moon in April…


after downloading the photos I was surprised that there is a faint pink to the moon!


Also, one day last week we saw the most stunning view of the San Juan Mountains—the sky was cloudy accept where the sun had broken through and was shinning just on them.

Sjs We live in the original land of the Ute–the Shoshone–and the Blackfeet Indians–they called the San Juan’s the Shinning Mountains…when I saw the sun breaking through the clouds and lighting up the mountain range I SO had to agree with them!

The San Juan’s lie to the south of us, to the south west is the Uncompahgre Plateau, the west is the Canyons and the desert called The Stinking Desert, to our north is the Grand Mesa, and to the east are the West Elk Mountains.   We are surrounded by shinning mountains on three and half sides and stunning canyons and desert on the other half side.

SoSJSince we live and farm on a mesa we have the joy of seeing so many vistas of great beauty.

I just know, where each one of you live, you also share in this perfect wonder land called the earth!

From my heart to your world!



Coyotes! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Six


I must admit I was plumb wore out when I got home.  I was so tired I flopped down under Dad’s pick-up truck and went to sleep.  I didn’t even take the time to go to my dog house or to hop up on one of the patio furniture chairs.  Just made it home and collapsed!

Suddenly it was morning and there was Mom bending down under the pick-up truck talking to me.  “Boomer, what’s going on?”  Why are you under the truck?  Come on out, Bee Boo so you can have breakfast.”

I thumped my tail in a tired sorta way, drug my aching body up and got out from under the pick-up.

“Boomie, what’s the mat—-YUCK! YOU STINK!” Mom exclaimed.  “No wonder you’re tired you’ve been out finding Skunks, of all things.”  With that she put my bowl down and headed back inside.

I started slurping up my two turkey sausages…I still get those even if I’m on a starvation diet, when Mom appeared with her SKUNK bucket.

Drat!  That means a scrubbing for me…mom uses, one full quart of 3% hydrogen peroxide, ½ c baking soda, 2 teaspoons Dawn dish soap. She mixes all this together…I try to hide —I usually go into my dog house and crunch way back into the corner.  Of course it never works…she drags me out, and starts soaping me up.

I was too sore to go hide so I just sat there waiting for the rest of my torture.

She uses some rubber hands she puts on her human hands…they feel sorta not so good.

She is very careful about not getting this skunk cleaner in my eyes…which is a very good thing, I must say.

Then I have to sit very still for twenty years.  Mom says it’s not twenty years, but 10 minutes.  Then she rinses me off.  If I still smell she repeats.

THANKFULLY I only had to have the once scrubbing.

Then Mom walked over to the corral fence and dumped the whole bucket out.  Making me SIT RIGHT THERE AND DON’T MOVE while she did that.

When she got back she took out that loud thing she dries me with, turned it onto warm and started drying my fur with the loud thing and an old towel.  I rather like this part.  Getting rubbed all over in soft warm air is pretty neat.

While she was rubbing me down I tried to bite her…I know sorry, but my side hurts where that cow got me.  Looking alarmed Mom laid me down and felt all over my side:  “What in the world happened to you, Boomie?”

Then she called Dad, he felt all over also…”I wonder if he got out on the road and got hit by a car or truck.” They talked among themselves.

I just laid there all pitiful and wagged my tag just a little bit, just with the tip of my tail.

“I sure don’t know, I can’t figure it out.”  Mom petted me on the head and said, “You just take life easy, Beaglie.  Maybe you strained a muscle somehow. You aren’t as young as you once were.”  With that she picked me up (I didn’t bite, I let her) and put me on my favorite patio chair.


I didn’t wake up until noon, when Mom came out with my dinner bowl…1/2 c of food.  Sigh!  Then when she came back out to pick UP my dinner bowl she had a treat for me! A RAW BONE WITH MEAT STILL ON IT!


How lucky can a dog be!