Summer has completely arrived
Bringing with it the bright promise of rich days of growth
The air full of drama,
Each day, a bright promise
Filling my heart, my mind, my soul with the music of little bird lives.
Even though the work starts early and ends late, late, late
The joy of summer entangles deeply in my soul.
(We’ve been close to, or right around 100* for heat. Still, I must confess, I love Summer.)
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I had a Porcupine quill get my ankle
It went in a wee way.
But when I reached down to pull it out
I found a heart!
So, I guess, I had to be stabbed to see the heart!!! 🙂
What an unusual thing to have happen.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I’ve been a tad stressed lately.
Actually, greatly overwhelmed at different points.
But when that starts to happen, I start to find sweet little kisses
My soul, my mind, and my energy slowly start to balance into the correct and proper place.
These sweet little heart rocks herald the change!
They are always there for me. When I need them most. I am truly blessed.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Because sometimes I really can’t take everything anymore
I sit by the hollyhocks and become one with the outside
The Buzzing of the Bumble Bees, the flowers, and Me.
The air is full of tranquility.
The peace of the summer day settles softly on my skin.
Sharing time with a wonderful little bumblebee
Silence and calm
The delicious air is full of the scent of roses and lilies
My worries, concerns, and troubles tumble out of my mind
Solitude—the quiet, filled with the scents of summer and the sounds of healing.
From my World to your heart,
Linda
Chapter Four
They took off running.
Goodness! I don’t want to be left behind, so I took off running.
On to the coyote hill they went. It was rocks, and hot and dry.
I was following along as fast as possible when I slipped and fell. Crashing my face down onto a huge rock.
It Hurt!
It hurt so bad that I must have passed out.
When I woke up, a squirrel was putting its paws on me and chittering. “Wake-Up, Doggie. Please wake up. It’s not safe here. You have to wake up!”
I opened my eyes, sat up a little, and shook my head.
OH!
MY!
THAT HURTS!
“What hurts?” Squirrel asked.
“My mouth! Right by my nose.”
“Can you walk?”
“I think so.” I heaved myself up. Gave myself a gentle shake, leaving my head still. “I’m up,” I said through my swollen upper lip. “I think I broke my mouth.”
“Maybe you’d better go home, Doggie. I think you need to tell your homan.”
“Me too. But I’m not sure where I really am. Do you know the way back to my house?”
“I know some of the way,” Squirrel replied. “Follow me, we can get you back to the equipment area, then, maybe, you will know how to get home. If not, I’ll try to find a raccoon to help you.”
So—- gradually, gradually Squirrel and I limped back around Coyote Hill, then over through the brush, under the fence, then FINALLY the equipment area.
“Here,” I whimpered, “Here, I really have to rest.” I fell under the leveler and instantly fell to sleep.
“While at a wedding at Briarhust in Manitou Springs, a beautiful rainbow appeared.” Robert wrote to me.
Gosh! What a delightful blessing for that wedding —-and for ME!!!
Thank you so very much!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
What a fun new gift! Thank you so much, MaryBeth!!!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Now that I am elderly (77) I seem to think backwards more than ever before. 🙂
In doing so yesterday, I realized those memories are tiny milestones in (my) our life
Wee little moments we will probably take with us right unto the hour we pass over.
Not great events (although there are some), but little sparkles of richness in our lives.
The liquid song of a bird, or the rich humming of the honey bees busy in the gardens.
The sky! The sky in its last blaze of glory before it pales into the gloaming.
It’s the little things.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
(Photo taken by a good friend, Mollie)
But looking at a wonderful waterfall—is just plain delightful!
The water seems to move and breathe life into all the surrounding parts of the earth.
Echoes of Green and wet spray taking us home again, home again.
We took a fun trip to
Redstone, Colorado, in our Corvette
with a group of friends.
Nice!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
From my archives
Boo Berry and I were up at the Headgate checking for trash, sticks, and weeds trapped in the scary head gate.
Nothing there. Good
Off we headed back to the Y in the ditch; we were bringing the water down to the new alfalfa field
When I found this feather. All beat up and trapped in a clump of grass.
(This from my archives) I am thinking it just might be a hawk’s feather. We seem to hear a pair of them talking as they wing through the air—the sound echoing softly down through the living air.
It was a gift—
A true gift.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 