I hold my eyes to the ground trying to move them in harmony with the soil and the rocks, and the bits of weeds and stuff
Searching with a wee prayer in my heart: “If you are there little heart, show yourself to me. Please I beseech you!”
Then I calm my clamoring mind and wait for a heart to appear.
Sometimes it does —like this one last year.
Sometimes there is nothing.
Which is fine. If I am to find a heart, and the heart is ready to be found.
It will appear. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
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You are blessed to have the most hearts in your special piece of land than anywhere. Maybe it’s because there’s hearts all around you ♡
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Maybe. And wonderful friends like you!
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Lulu: “The next heart is out there somewhere waiting for you!”
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I think so 🙂
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I love heart rocks 🙂
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Me too! 🙂
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It sure will 🙂
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🙂
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