Even a perfectly formed ROCK!
Hearts and Charms and Flowers all the way from Washington!
What a wonderful surprise from MaryBeth!
Thank you ever so much!!!
May blessings abound for each of you, My Friends!
Linda
Connie from a Far Side of Fifty makes the most beautiful cards! She sent me one because of this bad foot/leg I seem to be living with now.
Thank you so very Much, Connie!
This was a wonderful surprise!
May all of You Have Wonderful Blessings today,
Linda
Mom and Dad were delighted.

Trying to get news. Or finding a dry spot to do my business. Hard!
But now the rains have left for a spell and dry has come back!
No more padding through mud, or tall wet grass!
No more staying in the house ONLY!
Off Mom and I go, cause, THERE IS STUFF TO SEE OUT THERE!
Boo Berry Betty Brown
This is very hard on the harvest right now. (Onion, ensilage/silage, pinto beans)
Our hay is all up, sold, and paid for, so all we have to do is relax and enjoy this beautiful weather.
The rain came early Monday morning and lasted until Thursday morning.
May Blessings 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