The Sky is still Frumpy with Winter —Wednesday, January 22, 2020

The birds of winter—-

Those delightful wandering large and small birds

Filling the air with their gossip and chatter

Shining brightly there in the sky

Filling our lawn with their busy searching and scratching

Then suddenly lifting up in a huge swoosh of wings

The tap-tap tapping on the bark of the very old Cottonwood tree fills the cold winter air

A pair of owls gently shake the branches of the same tree each evening as they call one to the other 

A blackbird, of some sort, rests in the branches waiting for submissive sun take back the sky from clouds

The crows tell all the secrets of the land.

Thank Heavens for the winter birds.  They make my winter life ever so much better.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Fingers Crossed — the Corner Turned, Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Finally!

Crossing my fingers on both hands (my toes, my arms, my legs, my eyes)

This is the THIRD day without jaw, tooth, nose, eye pain!

I still have a dull, nagging roar of pain under my ear…but OH! MY! The joy of the lessening of the rest of the pain!

I am so incredibly grateful for starting to experience ‘feeling good’ again.

Yay!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Farm Does Not Confine — Monday, January 20, 2020

Terry, Boomer and I took a wee walk-about on the farm one evening

The sun was just starting to set and the day birds and day animals were slowly losing their loud thrumming and calling — settling down upon the land

We walked upon cow trails, avoiding the very snowy farm road

Past the cement ditches waiting for the thaw

and slumbering fields

As the wild Canada geese winged their way onto our farm

And the Sandhill cranes bedded down for the night

Filling the air with their trilling calls

 

We gradually made our way back to the house.

Our farm, not confining but defining us, like all sacred places.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

After Being all in a Fluster, I can now be Fluffed Up :) —- Sunday, January 19, 2020

A thousand tiny minutes and lots of sewing (and taking out)

I got another quilt done.  Those terrible corners on the outside band drove me into a whirling, wheeling misery.

But…they are done now.  Thank Heavens.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm

Mindy and Boomer Have an Adventure Chapter Six

Chapter Six

I followed Mom to the kitchen door, she opened the door, held the door opened for me and said: “Do you want to come in, Boomie?”  I just looked at her and wagged my tail.  Just the tip of my tail.  I really didn’t want to come in and I didn’t want her to force me to come in.  At the same time, I didn’t want Mom to be mad at me for NOT wanting to come in.

“That’s okay, Boomie.  You don’t have to come in.”  she shut the door and was gone.

Now, it seems I was doing something before Mom came along.

What was it?

I put my nose to the ground and sniffed around trying to jog my memory.

“OH! YES!”  Mindy and I were going to have an adventure together.

“MINDY!” I bayed.  “MINDY!”

Nothing.

No Mindy.

I started searching here and there and everywhere.

UP one side of this and down one side of that.

Over to the fences,

down the roads,

up by the grain bins.

No Mindy.

No Mindy anywhere.

This is NOT good.

I think I had better sit down and ponder this problem. What I think I need to do is THINK LIKE A CAT!

OOOOOOO!  Now, this is rather hard to do.

Thinking like a cat.

Hummm

OH!  There is Dad—Mindy always likes to be with Dad.

I shoved off my old beaglie body, making it trot over to Dad.

Where is Mindy?  I looked and Looked and LOOKED!

No, Mindy.  Anywhere. No Mindy hiding close by or even far by.

I just sat down in total discouragement.

I really need to figure out where Mindy is-Night is coming on.  Night in the winter where hungry predators stalk.

 

Darn!  I have to find Mindy!  I got up and started walking to the grain bins to head out onto the farm.

If she isn’t in the farmyard, then she must be out on the farm.

 

Meanwhile …….

 

There are Some Things I JUST Do not Understand —- Thursday, January 16, 2020

A snowstorm is due in here this evening.  This I can understand

For I can see it in the sky, starting to develop, grow and draw closer to us

I don’t really understand numbers—although, Pythagoras, figured out that everything in and of and surrounding the earth is made of numbers (horrors)

So to his knowledge, a snowstorm is a math equation….ICK!

I also don’t understand money (money is numbers really), so, therefore, I don’t understand finance, markets, hedge funds, private equity, venture capital, basis points, bonds —–AAAAAAAAAACK!

But I do like to think, I understand stories.  And I like to tell the story I understand to you in photo form with words to help explain.

These things (words and pictures) help me show you the story of each and every day of my life and those who share my life with me.

So as the winter storm develops out of the mists of clouds and air…I share with you a bit of my life devoid of numbers.  🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

That Ancient and Mysterious Time of Day — Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Since I gave you our sunrise, I thought I might give you the day’s end in this post 🙂 

Where, sometimes, the fat marvelous clouds race over the land, or settle on the top of Grand Mesa,

Or smother the stars, whereby only a crack of the setting sun appears

Still, as night comes on, and the moon rises…I can feel in my heart that God(s) is there and is the same thing to all, even if living with different names.  One God, many names, etched there in the darkening or daylight sky.

A blessing for all, for each of us.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Gift of Life —- Today is my 71st Birthday, Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Today I am 71 years of age. At times it seems rather shocking to know I’ve traveled this earth for 71 years.

Most of the time I don’t think about my age. I honestly don’t FEEL old.  Or elderly, or Ancient, or over-the-hill.

Yet there ARE those times with my bones don’t move the way I want them to move, or my memory seems to suddenly go blank….then I know I’ve turned a corner or two 🙂

This is the age my Momma left this tangible earth—Daddy having gone a few months before her.

If I make it past this year and move into and my 72nd year, I will have lived longer than Momma.

From that point on I will be charting my life without her voice, her experiences, her presence singing her healing song to my heart.

I will have the Daddy’s experience with me until I’m 73, for that is when he left us.  So that will warm my life a delightful wee bit more.

So forward I move, with ghostly voices in my mind of those all-important Wisdom Keepers who gave me life

71 years ago.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

Watching that Morning Sky — Monday, January 13, 2020

Dawn is a slowly growing experience.  Always.  But more so in the dead of winter

The air actually starts to feel like it is growing lighter, like ripples akin to a stream

The dark of the night leaving, the color of the day creeping upward

Small slivers of pink glide across the horizon

Until the night shadows retreat; color breaking forth to light our active days

The game camera caught me while out taking photos of that amazing beginning of a short winter day.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

A Generous Gift of Extraordinary Kindness — Sunday, January 12, 2020

On a very cold day, with snow starting to fall

I sat down to my computer to start my morning computer work

(See the moon between the frozen branches of the Forsythia bush? 🙂  )

There in my in-box was a beautiful gift of warmth and green lush grass and four darling

eyes looking around their glittering island home, of Marco Island, Florida.

A huge wonderful gift from Wayne and Carolyn Maxwell, Terry’s sister and brother-in-law (enjoying warm air and sunshine, ocean sunsets in their amazing winter home.)

Thank you so very much!

From my world to your heart,

Linda