While Terry was cutting up a downed tree, I started thinking about the gifts of the Ancient Peoples. (I can’t help but I can be there if he gets hurt)
(from the archives)
I think they were right—-there is a magic, and an etheral force everywhere— in the rivers, the canals, the lakes,
(from my archives)
They encourage and bring to us the growth of the fields
(Fuzzy’s dark forest at the Back Forty of our place)
They sing in the woods.
They gather around us all the time—in fur form, or sunlight dappling,
or something so beautiful we stand amazed. The old Gods gather at the edges of our eyes—if we turn quickly, we can sometimes see them.
Yes they are there–to bring us the gifts of amazing wonder every day of our lives.
“The brightest hour of unborn Spring
Bending from Heaven,
In azure mirth, it kissed the forehead of the Earth,
and Smiled upon the silent seas.”–Percy Bysshe Shelley
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
You do a wonderful job of showing the gifts of the gods and describe them so richly. Thank you.
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It’s raining today. I rather like it
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Chaplin: “We definitely believe in the old gods. Especially the ones who were cats. They were the best.”
Lulu: “And the old gods who were dogs … ?”
Chaplin: “Good for playing fetch I guess.”
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I’m right there with you
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Amen
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Yes
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What a wonderful post … full of lovely photos and wisdom. So pleased that you keep an eye on Terry …
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Did the rain come?
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Yes we got the rain! But it is so hot again ..
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Oh gosh. The juggle of in between
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