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My name is Linda Brown. I live on a farm on the western slope of Colorado, in the high mountain desert. I’ve lived here all my life, hailing back four generations on my father’s side. Today I blog about our farm, the everyday activities that keep the farm going. I also write about my thoughts and dreams and goals. On Friday’s I always write about our two farm dogs (Fuzzy (now over the rainbow bridge) and Boomer) and their take of their life on our farm. The lovely thing about blogging it opens the world up for all of us to reach out and meet people from many different cultures and different ways of life. You can find me every day (but Saturday) at https://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com/ Your Friend on a Western Colorado Farm, Linda Brown

Mindy and Boomer Have an Adventure Chapter Two

Chapter Two

“Boomer! Let’s get on the move!  Sleeping our lives away is boring.  Just plain boring!” Mindy meowed at me.

“WHAT!” I sputtered. “You, a cat; who sleeps at LEAST sixteen (16) hours in twenty-four (24) hours, is telling ME sleeping is BORING?!?!”

“Oh, stop your sputtering and let’s go!”  Mindy walked to the kitchen.  Suddenly stopped.  Stopping so suddenly I bumped into her.

“Why did you stop, Cat?” I grumbled.

“The door, Boomer.  We need Mom to open the door so we can go out!”

Mindy turned and bounded up the stair meowing for Mom.  I could hear her heavy bounces on the stairs; one step-two step bounce, MEOW, one step-two step bounce, MEOW!

From far away, and far off I heard Mom’s tiny voice, “You want out, Mindy?  Okay, just a minute.  Let me finish—”

“MEOW!”

“Oh, alright,” Mom replied.

Then I heard Moms’ footfalls across the upstairs floor.  Then I heard Mindy start bounding back down.  As soon as I heard Mindy’s very loud cat footfalls, I pushed my nose against the back door, shoved it open with my shoulders and WAM! I was out and the back door slammed behind me!  Hehe

I walked over to the large silver water bowl and started helping myself to huge laps and gulps of cold, delicious…BRRRRRRRRRRRR ICE WATER!

I swallowed the very last sliver of ice just as Mindy came slithering out the back door.

“Yay FREE.

Let’s go, Boomer! The world is waiting!”

Mindy picked up her paws gave a little hop, skip and dance

peeling off toward the Butler Grain Bins.

I watched for a short while, gathered my paws under me and sped after her.

AWAY on an Adventure, WE GO!  I bayed!

 

 

Unwinding of Daylight —Thursday, December 12, 2019

“Forget not that the Earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.”–Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

I was either seventeen (17) or eighteen (18), when my paternal grandmother, offered to me a much worn red, leather-bound book, with thin onionskin pages and a red silk ribbon for a bookmarker.

She told me how much she loved the tiny book and thought that I (possibly) might like it also.

She was so right.  I did love the book and I still do!   The book is The Prophet, By Khalil Gibran.

Winter is heavy here now..the clouds cover us like a tomb, but the sinking away of the sun lights those very same clouds; showing dark and dreary really isn’t totally dark and dreary.

Snow is on its way.  The Moon tells us so.

The heavens are brimming with clouds, but still…in a wee break; the moon sits quietly in a moisture-laden circle of rainbows.

From my world to your heart, Linda

 

 

 

 

Twenty Beats of the Heart, Then Just a Few More—Wednesday, December 11, 2019

As the brilliant golden sun left our bright winter day

The moon rose rapidly in the east….Sun and Moon sending their whispering light over our farm

As I watched the sun sink very quickly in the west, darkness speedily filling the land

The moon gently entered a shadowed colored cloud

The air shivering as I watched

The lovely old Man in the Moon

radiates white and silver

glimmering moonbeams —

like a chorus of angels in the heavens.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

Clacking Trees —Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Winter brings an interesting phenomenon

Things which are unusual, at best, seem to occur

With a slight more bit of frequency

Winter has it’s own glimmering twilight, so different

from Spring,

or Summer,

or Fall

The colors are much different, filled with lavender instead of hot oranges

And the trees sigh, instead of sing—swaying and clacking in the cold.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Entwined in my Heart — Monday, December 9, 2019

Another wee rainbow yesterday!  What a joy to behold!

A hawk sat in the branches of the old Willow tree

He looked a little worse for wear…probably the too wet of the night. (I’m guessing)

Because of the rain, the ground was just right for Terry to smooth out the road

In front of the sheds.  It’s funny how the long lane to the house and the roads around the sheds seem to get lumps and bumps.

Then in the quiet, while I hauled wood and gathered eggs

I saw an unusual bird, a Woodpecker possibly?  Does anyone know?

And I think, this is a hawk…what do you think?

My daily sphere of life, little treasures of the ordinary.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

A Tiny Flash of Wonder —-Sunday, December 8, 2019

“There are moments when all anxiety and stated toil are becalmed in the infinite leisure and repose of nature.”—Henry David Thoreau

Friday, evening, while hauling wood I looked up and saw a beautiful rainbow gracing the day.

That evening as the day turned into night

The moon promised moisture

Surely to come.

  If not Saturday, then soon very soon.

On the way to town (Saturday), there in the rearview mirror, among the dirt speckles I saw (O! THE JOY!) a RAINBOW!

Which suddenly appeared again, after we turned the corner and another corner; there it was

Filling the sky with love and hope and wonder.

That evening (Saturday) walking across the field with Black Beauty’s Mom, my oldest daughter, she suddenly stopped “Here is a Heart, just for you, Mom.” 

And there it was a perfect tiny little heart. Just waiting for someone to show it’s self too.

 

What a delightful weekend, Rainbows and wee little heart stone.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Mindy and Boomer Have an Adventure Chapter One

“Boomer?”

“Hey, Boomer! I’m bored.  Do you want to do something?”

Snore, snerk, huh!?! Wha?! I opened my eyes to see Mindy cat staring right at my left eye.

CLOSE!

Like RIGHT INTO MY LEFT EYE!!

I jumped up, knocked Mindy over, shook my head, watched Mindy tumbled sorta backward, then left and squirm to right, land on her feet facing me, while I stretched my whole body out as far as it could go; giving a HUGE yawn all at the same time!

Fully upright and staring right at me, Mindy glared, then gave a huge MEOW laugh.  “Scared ya didn’t I?”

“Min, what is this all about?  I was sleeping soundly and right in the middle of a very good dream.” I rather growled at her.

“I’m bored, Boomer.  There is nothing to really do now.  Everything is wet outside, the birds are hiding, the mice are hiding, and I’ve chased off all the stray cats.  I need something to do.”

 

“Staying right here by the woodstove seems pretty okay by me,” I stated.

“I know.  I like it too. But…. I still want to do something. Like maybe, when the rain stops, we could go exploring?”

“Exploring?  Sure, Mindy, we can do that.  Just as soon as the rain stops and Mom gets home (or Dad) whoever is first.  They have to open the door for you to go outside. Then we will go exploring!

“OH! YAY! WONDERFUL!” Mindy yowled. “Let’s talk about what we will explore.  You lay right there, and I will curl up next to you, and make plans.

“First you tell me what you want to see, then I will tell you what I want to see—-Boomer?  Hey, Boomer!  Are you already asleep?”

Shoot.  I guess we will have to make plans after Mom and Dad get home.  Scoot over Boomer, I want a nap also.

Ahhhhhh….nice! ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz

While the Gods Hoovered Around Us —-Thursday, December 5, 2019

“Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons, It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.”— Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

While the Gods hoovered around us, and by us, and even over us

The corn harvest came to a final end, as the draining light fled the sky

Which was a good thing, because last night the clouds came in

Bringing to us chilly rain

a dripping and damp (but clean) earth

Then for a second, as the clouds parted for a wee small moment

Another Sundog glossed the clouds, simmering in rainbow colors. Quickly the clouds slid thickly over and the rains started to pour.

Our roof now echoes with the drumming of moisture.

All is well.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

I Love the Earth, the Heavens, and all the Creatures Upon It —- Wednesday, December 4, 2019

“My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.”  Claude Monet

I love feeding the wild birds

They come in huge flocks now; remembering the yummy food from last year

I feel that nature, the Earth, the Heavens and the creatures all placed here on the world with us are treasure left to our care from the Gods

Otherwise, we would be quite alone in the world.

I think the Highest Powers of Creation took pity on us

Looking down upon our land, all covered in a giant mist of unfeelingness and caring.

They saw how very lonely it truly was, this Earth…there were only Humans.

Humans were creatures of many emotions, the worst was jealousy, anger, and greed.

Because the Gods loved the Earth and they also loved the humans…they gathered from each one of their Heavenly domains creatures to gift the earth; therefore man.

Causing a big storm to fill the sky

they covered the earth, driving all the humans into caves and hallows of trees

While the humans hid, the Gods started filling the Earth with Splendid things—

Rocks, trees, plants of all types and sizes

Seemingly ordinary things, yet so special they were magic unto themselves.

Birds and

Fur-bearing animals,

fish for the waters, and

wonderous little friends to raise up our souls.

 

Then the Gods lifted the ban on the sun

And Man saw how truly blessed the Gods were to the Earth and to all humankind.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Looking into the Realm of Stars —- Tuesday, December 3, 2019

There in the pale sky, just right there two stars —slowly drifting toward the Uncompahgre Plateau horizon

A thumbprint made its sudden appearance one day…

Last night’s evening clouds thick and dark and threatening

Snow on Grand Mesa with clouds hanging full and damp

Walking back from the equipment area I saw another sundog

The sunlight casting a prism in the sky!

From my world to your heart,

Linda