A Few Views From An evening on the Farm

The views here are cut short by the windbreak. To see the mountains you have to walk around the south end of the west wing... and there they are in the distance... still snow capped and shining.

Just the same... there are views that still fill a fella's eyes if he stops long enough to enjoy 'em.

The thunderheads have begun building every afternoon... Last week they brought some genuine gully washers. Had the rig separated from the driveway for a couple of days by a small pond. Combined with the growing spring runoff from those mountains... They've got the Poudre River flowing pretty bank full. After last September... folks 'round here are a little nervous if they get a couple of days of rain in a row.

This afternoon the first thunderheads only dropped a soft rain for ten minutes or so. I sat under the nose of the fiver enjoying a brew and watching a Robin cut up a worm in the rain... probably for a nest full of youngin's.

*The Old fiver, sheltering behind the windbreak*

The fresh scent of a soft rain when the days work is mostly done is a fine thing. The wind might go to roaring around here, but where the old Eagle is parked... it can't hardly get to her.

The Raider is camped in that shed over yonder. She's almost ready to go... just waiting on a couple of fresh lights... as soon as UPS get's 'em to me...

If I stop and close my eyes... and listen real careful... I can hear the men calling and the steers bellowing as they thunder up the loading shoot into the waiting truck...

My good friend holds this place... because it holds a hundred years of her family's history here... and she intends to add to that.

So many memories come to a person when they stop and breathe and look around... some full and joyful... others ripping and full of black sorrow...

Life is a genuine puzzle...

The sky has gone dark now... Thunder is rolling in the distance... the wind has come up, I can hear it rushing in the tops of the windbreak... the rattle of rain again on the roof... that fresh scent again flooding in through the open windows...

Life keeps moving along...

Brian