Both fields are cut now—drying in the sun. And the air —- oh, the air! YUM!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Our Farm Smells Yummy — Wednesday, June 3, 2026
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The Earth Shows Us How Much We are Loved — Tuesday, June 2, 2026
Sara and I have been friends for a long, long, blog time. Almost 20 years. (Click on the blue to visit her blog.)
Anyway, a couple of days ago she wrote: “So, years ago I found the sweetest little rock heart out on our field stone sidewalk. I’ve been saying hi to it every day for maybe five or six years and possibly longer. I don’t remember when I first saw it. It was about the size of a dime, and it was always nestled in a shallow hole in the big rock it chipped off from. I was always afraid I was going to lose it, but never picked it up because I thought it was selfish and it was probably happy out there with their rock friends and it enjoyed saying hello back to me as I came and went. Some days I’d think that maybe I should send it to you to share the joy and also I knew you’d take good care of it, but I waffled on whether or not it would want to leave and how much I would miss seeing it…and about two weeks ago the house power washed and washed the sidewalk and I’ve not been able to find it since :’-(. ”
Then I wrote back to her: “I, too, have left heart rocks to nestle among their friends. As you know, I have often walked by and said Hello. Then one day they would be gone.
Moved on…so to speak. To bless someone else, who takes the time to ‘see’. Don’t be sad. It was time for the rock and for you.
I have even moved rocks into a special rock garden, where they lived with heart friends for years. Then suddenly I would find one slipped off its spot
and clear over nestled in the Iris, or the Sunflowers, or by my stone dragon. The earth knows what is necessary and what is needed. We just have to
say a wee good-bye for a spell. Who knows, it may come back; you will find it in a special place.”
Then she wrote back: “These three rocks used to be one, and my tiny heart used to live in the divot at the bottom. I guess all the rain weakened it and broke into a BIG heart with two friends to keep it safe. Now this heart is about 4″ across.
Your message about maybe it was time for the little rock to move was just what I needed to hear.”
(I think the little heart/big rock/Mother Earth wanted to let Sara know she is very much loved. For that is a BIG heart, now. )
The ways of the Universe, Mother Earth, and our universal love for each other are always so profound. (This is reprinted with Sara’s permission. 🙂 )
From My World to your heart,
Linda
Finally a Soft Spring Day — Monday, June 1, 2026
I’ve been waiting for a warm, soft, spring day.
And a few finally arrived. The breeze was soft, gentle, kind,
Lovely. Perfect. Wisps of gratitude and blessings from all the fairies and the elves and the saints upon the land.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A Rainbow at a Baseball Game —- Sunday, May 31, 2026
Our son-in-law is an avid sports fan — he loves hockey and baseball (for SURE)
While at the JUCO games in Grand Junction, Colorado, he sent me this rainbow —saying that it stayed with the game for a whole hour.
Gosh! What a gift! Not just for me (and you) but for anyone who looked up while watching the game!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty, TLC Cai-Cai, and Mr. Hobbs on Friday—-June Came Calling, Friday, May 29, 2026 Chapter One
Here, it is the last tiny bit of May.
TLC, Hobbs, and I, Boo Berry, are getting a tad tired of the bad wind we keep having. We all still go outside, and we hang out for long periods of time, but the WIND!!!
It’s a rushing roaring bit of, well, wind, and dirt, and sticks, and tiny little gravel, and WEEDS!
Mom says she can handle the wind; it’s all the trash that comes with it. Makes a mess in the irrigation water. That’s when Mom and Dad and I (and sometimes the cats if we are changing water close to home) all go out and clean out the trash.
The rest of the time, all the work around this place is up to Dad and Mom. We Furkids don’t do human work. But we DO do furkid work!
So, since it has been a long time since you heard a good story from one of us, I decided it was time to tell you one!
Are you ready—?
Okay.
Keep read’n, and I will tell you a story. A story about a pack of wild dogs that have slipped onto our farm.
Heart Rocks — Thursday, May 28, 20206
Now I know.
I think they are kisses from the earth. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A Priceless Gift —Wednesday, May 27, 2026
Sent to me from back East. A perfect rainbow in an almost cloudless sky!
I am so lucky to have such generous and thoughtful friends!!!
Thank you ever so much,
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The Sounds of the Day Change to the Quieter Sounds of Night, Tuesday, May 26, 2026
As the day ends the sounds of daily life starts dwindling. Sinking into a silence
That slowly fills up with night creatures.
Although they are very quiet moving about here and there, while men finally rest.
Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,
Linda
Something Moving — Monday, May 25, 2026
Something moving there in the beautiful brightness of the morning sun
A Deer brushing by in the gentle breeze
Breathless, so swift it was almost invisible.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Walking on the Farm —- Sunday, May 24, 2026
Despite almost no water (we are locked down to only 9 to 10 tubes of water), the alfalfa is looking good.
Normally, we have about 40 tubes going. Not now. We just keep working at keeping everything wet. It is hard, but soooooo far, fingers crossed, we can do so.
There is a warm wind, the sky is stunning, and the alfalfa is green.
Home/farm solace, simplicity, and quiet.
Life on a Colorado farm,
Linda
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