Earthly Music—Monday, December 11, 2017

“It is the mind which creates the world around us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched.”—George Gissing

Earthly Music is combined in such a way

That it rings forth in blending of all earth’s beauty, form and harmony,

Often times so sweetly-musical it seems unearthly in it’s charm

If you stop, stand still, try not to think…hold peace within your thoughts

The elements of harmonious chiming emotion will express themselves to you very clearly

You will feel the dreamlike borders of the earth and sky heave and fall; then the blending of the earthly sounds will fill your mind, body and soul until you feel like you are walking in the half-moonlight and a sky full of starlight.

Just stop…for a space in time…and listen.  I’m positive you can hear the silver lilt of our wondrous earth.

From my world to your heart,



There is a Simple Beauty—Sunday, December 10, 2017

There is a simple beauty, which occurs as the world turns…moving the seasons forward, ever forward

Not only are the seasons reflected in the feel of the air, a turn of a calendar page, or the moisture, or lack there-of, it flickers in the sky…

That still silence place– where we sometimes forget to watch look and see…but as we hurdle headlong in to winter the sky changes from heady colors, which reflect heat (or at least warmth) the sky starts throwing light in a different way

 Showing us that the cold is coming, the deep nights are soon arriving…until the surface of the sunrises and sunsets will feel

Like ice on a very deep and frozen lake.

This old photo from January 2009 says the gulf of colors from spring, summer and fall are vastly different from deep silent winter.

Oh, how I love the sky!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— My Monday, and Tuesday, and….

Monday Mom and I went to the Groomer’s Shabby Chic spot.  Where MOM LEFT ME!!! FOR A WHOLE HOUR!!

Then she came back…Boy was I ever glad.  (To tell you a secret I like going to the groomer’s I just don’t like Mom leaving me so I act up until she is out the door.  Once I see the door shut. POOF! I’m a different dog.)

Then Mom was back.

I jumped very readily into the car; I always jump in very readily!


Where I checked out all the corners (again) and got lots of pets, but no treats this time.

On the way home Mom had to stop at the Vet Supply place.  They have cool dogs there!  We all sniffed butts!  You can learn lots of stuff by smelling a butt, let me tell you. Try it sometime, you’ll see. Er,’ll know.

The next day Mom, Dad, and I finished up gathering ALL the syphon tubes…there were fifty million trillion more…Dad said he was glad that job was done!

This time I stayed in the truck.  Mom didn’t want me rolling in something since I just got my white parts shiny.


Which means we go out and check on them daily…by that Mom and I go for a walk.  Sometimes Dad goes with us and we go for a ride.  It’s really, really, really cold now…6* F (-14 C) Thursday morning;

this means I have to wear a coat when we go on the four-wheeler the air is just too shivery for me.

Thursday night we (Mom, Dad and I) had to go down and get a cow out of the fenced in area where the equines live.  Mom says: “One thing about cows…they always keep things interesting.”

Works for me…if Mom is interested that means I get to go with her and do even more things than normal!

A smiling beagle,





The Empty Farm Now Full — Thursday, December 7, 2017

When we do a wee walk about out on the farm now… (we meaning, Boomer, Mindy, myself, and sometimes Terry)

The farm is alive with the tiny sounds of grass, weeds, or stalks being pulled with bottom teeth and tongue, then the slow rhythm of chewing; hooves moving through the above making a sort of swishing sound.

The rhythms of the farm has changed– from those of silence (although never silent…the sounds of scattering feet of little mice, voles, squirrels, or other quick but seldom seen creatures, the slow settling of a rock, or a pebble my shoe turns over…the calls of wild birds…no never silent)

To a different type of soothing sounds—the busy grazing of big beautiful cows…cradling the farm in their bovine warmth.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



At the Tip of Last Light—Wednesday, December 6, 2017

The waning moon had just risen full, with an orange glow filling the twilight air in swirling colors

The sound of Canada Geese and Sand Hill Cranes echoing through the fading light, as they searched for safe places to spend the night when….

Two semi-loads of cows pulled up to unload.

The cows have arrived!  100 cows spilled out on-to the land…some running they were so glad to escape the huge traveling trailer.

This morning our farm is full of beautiful bovines!  It’s a huge joy to watch thes curious, graceful

Creatures for the rest of the winter.  They bring me happiness and the land is cleaned up from all the weeds and last year’s stalks and rich dried down alfalfa; the deposit of rich manure is a guarantee of good crops for next spring.

A win-win for all of us!

YAY! The Cows are HERE!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




A Great Wind Passing Through—Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Sunday well into early, early Monday morning a great wind came through…bringing with it the cold front we are now experiencing…normal December temperatures. 🙂

The destructive wind picked up all the loose corn leaves (and any other thing) moving them from fields and slamming them onto fences, trees and anything else standing secure and tall.

The whole air rippled in the force of the wind, much like a wee tornado…full of dirt, bits of this and that; causing excitement when it landed in your eyes, ears or mouth.

The gale force winds (gusts up to 40-50 m.p.h.) pushed the bruised and glowering clouds away from us…taking any moisture there might have been to some place else…not here.


Now today, with shivery weather, blue skies and calm air…we welcome in traditional winter cold! It was 10* at our house this morning. (-12.22 celsius)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


I’m Sure Angels Paint the Sky—-Monday, December 4, 2017

I’m sure angels are in charge of painting the sky.  Although, there are those who would argue with me

Telling me the Angels have much better things to do than to sit around coloring the clouds and the air around the earth

That they have all the problems of mankind to deal with; are the messengers from God to us and in lots of cases our personal guardians.

So maybe they don’t.  Maybe it’s some totally scientific thing, which explains in complete and fascinating logic, how the sun lights up the clouds at either the beginning or the ending of a day…

It really doesn’t matter to me…for between the logic and the thought…between one heartbeat and the next…in that tiny space between….I like to think there is a place for spirit to reside with the sensible.

From my world to your heart,



The Light of Almost Full Moon — Sunday, December 3, 2017

Hanging there in the light blue of the sky, glittering like a HUGE pearl, surrounded by pinks and golds

Was December’s gift to us of a Super Moon.  Gradually a deep pinkish gray painted cloud slowly floated over the giant milky glow

Covering that amazing orb.


The pearlized light seemed to whirl out of the air and brush each and everything it touched with brilliant radiance!

Lucky us!

From my world to your heart,


The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— The Christmas Tree


I got to go to TRACTOR SUPPLY!  I got many pets, some treats, one man pointed out I needed to be on a diet…. 😦  I ignored him.

Sniffed all the corners…because you KNOW what is on corners!

Mom told me I could NOT lift a leg…so I didn’t!  🙂

Then we came home…I ride in the back seat in the car … I would help her drive if she let me, but she doesn’t.  So I sit on the back seat and wait until we get to the next stop.

In this case it was home.

Inside I helped Mom put up the CHRISTMAS TREE.  She did all the work and I hung out and watched.

Then when Mom turned on the lights….Mindy Cat decided this works just as good as outside…it’s now her bed.

Even the lights don’t bother her.  And she doesn’t bother anything on the tree.

It was a good day.  A very good day.

Mom says Christmas is her favorite time of the whole year…it’s sparkly you see.

Mom also told me I was to get a bath Monday and I get to go BACK to Tractor Supply afterwards as a treat!




Corn Bales—-Thursday, November 30, 2017

Our neighbor is shredding up the corn stalks—dust is flying and food is being prepared for cows

It’s a win-win on many levels.  The land owner doesn’t want cows on the land…he says they damage too much stuff

The farmer, who rents the land, would like to clear up the stalks in some form…either with grazing off the old corn or burning.

The ranchers, who like to have their cows fatten up on last years leaven’s, now gets a chance to have the corn — only in huge bales.

It’s a nice solution for all…the farmer gets the crop cleared off, the land owner doesn’t have to have cows on his land, and the rancher gets the corn stalks without having to trail his cows to the farm ground.

AND the field isn’t burned!  YAY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,