In the Chill of an Early Winter Morning —- Sunday, January 20, 2019

Posted on January 20, 2019 by Dayphoto

“I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.”–John Burroughs

On a wee walk-about, in the dark of the early morning, with the sounds of two fox talking close, somewhere close

I once more fell in love with the light of the beautiful, wonderous moon.

The moon and the starlight created a dream world of glitter and ice. A vision in the midst of the heavy clouds at the edge of the western sky

caught in the net of resting branches of the very old trees.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— And Then

Posted on January 18, 2019 by Dayphoto

Everything is back to normal…

I still greet the Mail Lady when she drives down our long, long lane,

I go for walks with Mom,

and with my sisters (when they are here) and Mom,

I meet Mom coming home EVERY SINGLE TIME,

I go with Mom to check out stuff on the farm —

but to be honest, it is VERY muddy out there and hard to get around—

I keep the farm safe,

I check for news anytime I go outside,

and I get my feet washed (which I hate) when I come back in because of the MUD!

But the thing I do the very best…is Bay at The UPS MAN!

You see we used to have a very bad UPS man, he would kick at me, he even threw his coat at me once, yelled at me, ran at me like he was going to tackle me. Mom saw each and everything he did.

Finally, one day Mom said… “You do one more thing to my dog and I’m calling your supervisor.” The bad UPS driver just got in his truck and gunned it out of the yard.

Mom didn’t call his supervisor, but she sure thought long and hard about it.

THEN ONE DAY we had a new driver…he comes with DOG TREATS!

Mom always meets him at the truck so he doesn’t have to get out, but the other day he got out before Mom got there.

You see Mom’s package was all torn and beat up. This really nice UPS driver met Mom and showed her the package, then filed a report for her.

BUT I BAYED AND BAYED AND BAYED.

I refused to listen to Mom.

The UPS driver said that I could talk all I want, he said he LIKES beagles! Can you imagine that!

SO, I DID!

Then I bayed him down the lane to the bridge and came back home very proud of myself.

Mom gave me a COOKIE!!

There is something good about being a watch beagle!

Boomer

P.S. Mom wants you to know some of the photos were taken earlier when we didn’t have snow and mud. But you don’t mind, I’m sure.

Boomer

Soft Echoes in the Air —-Thursday, January 17, 2019

Posted on January 17, 2019 by Dayphoto

, A cloud sat down on the farm today…it was lovely and beautiful

Making sounds soft and close; the feeling tranquil

And just so you know…there is always one!

Yep..always. And she can jump an electric fence just like it isn’t even there, not even touching the toe of her hoof on the wire.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Sky is Gray and Sparkling with Snow Flakes—-Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Posted on January 16, 2019 by Dayphoto

It’s been way too muddy to get out on the farm and check for babies calves

Although, Terry did go out early, early one morning (while everything was frozen) to check and also see how the feed was holding up

He reported there are no calves yet and the food is holding…

It’s snowing here today. The sky is all gray and full of big fat flakes

We are moving between snow and partial melt, which makes MUD, back to snow

Which I know is good for the soil, the plants, the big trees — and it IS January after all.

And for something rather fun…the Great Horned Owls are back…they winter here and raise their little owlets. Our daughter, who lives just across the field from us, was able to capture one of the Owls resting on the old, old apricot tree with her cell phone.

Now, how cool is that!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Milestones—Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Posted on January 15, 2019 by Dayphoto

After all the wonderful words and birthday wishes

I have decided to IGNORE the fact I am 70!

After all, Terry doesn’t think of himself as elderly but keeps on keeping on as if he is still 50

And the fur children who live with us reach out to each and every moment

Joy a true gift, which was my word for being 69 last year!

So onward we go…passing milestones and turning them into memories

And throwing out thoughts of “Old” letting that word blow away in the wind

And gathering to myself those precious moments, which gift us with magic.

If we only stop and see!

Magic…my word for the year!

Love you, My friends,

Linda

Today I am 70—Monday, January 14, 2019

Posted on January 14, 2019 by Dayphoto

Today I am 70…I have seen a decided change in my physical appearance these last few months

A surprise when I actually “LOOK” at myself and not just glance or see one thing, like what is my hair doing.

I suppose I am now elderly…but my mind, my heart, and my soul doesn’t seem to realize it

I still feel young.

Although, there is a slowing down I didn’t seem to have this summer.

But everything is all good…I am glad to be alive, in good health.

My word I have chosen for this year is Magic…and, for certain and sure…being 70 is a very nice form of magic.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Everything Normal for January — Sunday, January 13, 2019

Posted on January 13, 2019 by Dayphoto

Each day is a typical January day for our part of the high desert plains of Colorado

We were in the slush and slog of a quiet winter melt

When Saturday morning we woke up to a wee lovely snow

Enough Terry thought he would take a small ride down the long, long lane to the county road

Beaglie and I went for walk up the farm to the haystack are and back

Later in the afternoon, the sun came out and what was once a snow-packed road became a road of melt

The result by the ending of the day…we were back to MELT!! (Mud)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Gift from All the Saints and Even the Fairies—Thursday, January 10, 2019

Posted on January 10, 2019 by Dayphoto

Wings! I just love those marvelous feathery wings

Terry and I were driving home last evening, from town, when we thought to take the route through the Confluence Park

We were just in time for the Canada Geese to come winging in for the night

It was poetry in action—a form of music after a long day

The geese were singing in thrilling cords, announcing their arrival, lapsing into small jagged sounds as they landed dragging their feet to stop; hushing whispery sounds as they jockeyed for spots on the mostly frozen lake