Sudden Heat


Time for some shade.  You wouldn’t believe that we had the fire on two weeks ago.  Today it is around 34C ( around 93F for our American crew! ).

As we moved the herd to the trees, this spiderweb collected some seeds.  Might interrupt the gathering of insect feed.  Though with that much seed, you could sort out enough pasture for a hundred spiders.


The cows went straight to the trees.  It’s been a great grass year.  So much grass, so little time.


Lots and Lots of Grass

( photo by Zelie )

With all the rain and sun, the grass is growing rapidly.  I need to get out there and mow, but it’s too wet.  Then the sun shines.  Then it rains.  Then it grows another inch.

( photo by Zelie )

We are now at the point where I need to strim it down and then mow it.  UG!  I joked with Brent, ” we should have an annual run of the herd in the courtyard. ” Fence the courtyard and let the cows trim the grass for a day. After, I can mow and all will be swell.


Though we could do that, I don’t think the Golden Shower of Puppies would handle bovine courtyard friends for a day.

The herd is in “the oatfield.”  A field we seeded in oats once and made hay.  Now, we are bringing it back to life with grazing and some rolled out hay.  There was a lot of good stuff this time around.


Brent rolled out a hay bale to have them work it in the soil and munch.  The herd moved to their new paddock and totally ignored the hay bale.  Except the calves.  They were all cozied up for an afternoon nap in the sun.  They looked thankful that Brent rolled out a little bed for them.




This is Woodhenge.  Brent took the photo above a month after we moved to the farm ( October, 2010 ).  It was early morning.  I’m not sure what the structure was intended for.  It rests in a paddock we call “Detroit.”  Detroit was named because it was overgrazed for too long. Then the auto industry of fertility left, leaving the paddock full of thistles and weeds.

We didn’t do anything major to Detroit.  We used it as a sacrificial paddock as it is close to the yards.  Brent over-seeded clover and rolled out hay.  The cows graze Detroit to work the soil.  Year after year, Detroit seemed to perk up.  Now, Detroit is full of many grasses.

Detroit is green, green, green and the thistles and weeds have lost.  But, check out Wood Henge!

Our silly cows used it as a scratch post and this is all that remains.


I took this photo today from a different angle.  Don’t worry, the old trees in the “before” shot are still there and even bigger.

This One Goes Out To All The Grass That’s Growing

puppy charge and green grass


I smell Spring.  It’s sunny and rainy today.  I stood outside chatting in the rain not bothered by the wind because it wasn’t that cold.  It’s been crazy days, but a walk outside in the evening when the sun is still on, warms my heart.  And I took photos of grass.  Oh, yeah, I suppose there were some subjects in there, but the real truth is that Colorado is growing!  Soon, it will be ready for the bovines.  In the meantime, Brent squats for a puppy-charge.

puppy charge and green grass

puppy charge and green grass

puppy charge and green grass


That pup never lets you down.  I think he’s getting faster.

The cows are in and loving the sun.  They frolic a bit in the sun.  I hate bovine frolic.  “Stop this levity!” as my ballet teacher used to say.

puppy charge and green grass


The grass is growing.  The puppy is shedding his puppy fur.  Oh it’s still there, but it won’t be long before his stud-fur arrives.



puppy charge and green grass


Brent and Lumi show the grass growth.  Boots and paws deep, a dry week, I think we’ll see some good progress.

puppy charge and green grass

Our Back Porch View


I was asked, well not me exactly, but those who follow along with  Celilia’s Farmy, to show viewers at home what we see from our back porch.  The Gascon farmhouses don’t porch much.  But they do have a rear window.  I’ve looked out  through this window many times.  When we bought the farm, this rear window had its shutters closed and the window was not included with purchase.  We were missing quite a few windows which made our late September move exhilarating as we ran around in wool, fleece, scarves and jackets ( did I mention I was eight months pregnant? ) trying to mind all the gaps before winter set in. The view above is what “Nebraska” and “Yukon” look like right now.  I took this photo with my food lens because Miss C said, “take a photo.”  I do what she says.  She’s a New Zealander.   Despite making the best Cadbury chocolate bar in the world ( it’s the milk ), you need to keep an eye on them.  They’re cheeky.  There were some very moo-y cow noisings out there when I opened the window, thankfully not ours.  Our fatties are munching away in the front.  They’re full at the moment; we have a lot of grass.


Above is the soon-to-be-repaired roof we look over to check out our backyard. We are grass farmers, no rooftop or tractor is spared.


Brent put a lot of work in getting these two paddocks ready for cows.  Below he was mowing the old corn field ( we call it “Nebraska” ) a year after its very last harvest.  He let it grow over the months. He was doing a choppy mow of the grass and weeds that grew to put some fertility back into the soil.  He did all sorts of other passes on this paddock, but that is a post for grasspunk.  The brown in the background is Yukon.  Another monocrop field that was très fatigué.


Another look through our rear window porch and you see that Yukon is getting greener.  After some serious perimeter chopping involving blackberry hackers and chainsaws, we finally pushed in posts with help from a friend for the girls to see what all this Yukon is about.


Nebraska got greener and my veggie garden awaited garlic and shallots.  And with this bundle of lovely two-year-old joy, garlic and shallots is about where I stopped.  Next year, dam* it, this veggie bidness is on!


At last, for the first time EVER, cows meet grass meet soil.  Cow poo has never been so welcome.  This cornfield has completely turned around.  There are still spots of monocropping casualties, but the rest is looking lush and ready for a third graze.  Munching cows makes our back porch view a happy place.


Last year, while waiting for the Lucerne ( alfalfa ) to grow, a few sunflowers snuck in.  Minty took care of those.


This is our back porch view to the left.


And this is the back porch view to our right.


It’s quiet here in the Gers.  A beautiful place to write about what you see from your back porch.

Grass, It Does A Body Good



Oh spring.  You are here.  The cows are happy.  The grass is growing.  Diverse plants wait for their trip through the rumination machine.  Brent manages the pastures to keep the fields strong and the cows conditioned.