We are down to the gate now. Fence and Gate Repair — a constant need always.
This gate got hooked by a disk going through. So — Yepper, time to do some repairs.
May Blessing Abound for each of you, My Friends
Linda
So I grabbed my cellphone, called Boo Berry, and slipped on my flip-flops
Outside in the silver light was much better than watching the moon slide toward the west from a window
My cellphone doesn’t do the moon justice, but, ah, well, it is what it is.
May Blessing Abound for you, My Friends
Linda
But with the long wet rain throughout the night, we also woke to the joy of joys
Fog! It crept knee-high through the fields, across the grass, and formed into wet white clouds.
I love the fog. Momma said Fog were clouds that came to earth for a spell. I liked that as a child, and I still like it as an elderly old woman.
The air actually glimmers and sings to us in ghostly tones of brilliance.
Fog! A rare experience here in the high mountain desert. A blessing to all who see.
May Blessings Abound for each of you, My Friends,
Linda
I like being out on the farm. I like to ride the four-wheeler out, Boo and I. Then I turn it off, and we just sit there. All still and calm.
Listening to the small wind in the Rabbit Brush, and the strident calls of crickets.
Gradually, the deer appear, the shadows making them hard to see as they move carefully through the farm, on their way to someplace else.
Once I can’t see them anymore, Boo and I fire up the four-wheeler and head home.
Feeling pleasantly peaceful.
May blessings of peace abound for you, My Friends,
Linda
(I wasn’t fast enough)
Sometimes I pray — I’m sure you do too — while I’m working
Sometimes sending up prayers of gratitude when seeing the sun-glossed irrigation water
Or when the sky turns purple and lavender — such a unique sight and color.
When fear and worry cast long shadows in my mind
The longer I live, the more I wish I could undo so many things from my youth.
But I do know God made us, so he knows us. And that is a blessing.
I also know God(s) talks to us, often in our dreams.
May blessings abound for you, My Friends,
Linda
(Stolen from the internet)
I think about that sometimes- happiness is hard…sometimes. You have to train yourself to see happiness, to experience happiness. To KNOW happy.
Since it’s a little on the hard side (just right now), I don’t walk as far as I used to with Boo Berry, but I do walk out to experience the farm, the sky, and those beautiful floating clouds—the diamonds of the daytime.
We are in September (as you know); actually, the first Day of Autumn has occurred. So therefore, we are at that point where summer and fall like to see which one gets to HAVE the day.
I’ve taken to feeding the squirrels and ground birds closer to the farmyard. Up by the Cross-over pipe. Not too far to walk, but far enough.
Then Linkin sent me a heart! A heart in a tree somewhere around Anchorage.
Wonderful!
Just looking for little nameless acts of love to share with someone you care about is sending a song of you. A note of joy, belief in happiness, a belief that your song is a gift unto itself.
I pray every blessing will be yours in the coming days,
Linda
I had to go to the Emergency Room the other day. Still have foot and leg problems. We will just move on — it’s how it is now, it seems. Ah well.
But while I was waiting by the pole, I looked down and “BAM,” I saw two hearts. If they were placed there by someone, I THANK YOU. If the Earth said — Here is a couple of kisses for you — I THANK the Earth.
Now who could ask for anything more!
May blessings abound for you, my Friend
LInda