The killing freezes we’ve been having have loosened up the kochia weeds, coupled with the wind
Create tumbling tumble weeds.
If it ain’t one thing, then it ’tis another 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Chapter Ten
“Hey, Boo,” I meowed at Boo Berry. “Let’s go outside. I heard something out the bedroom window last night while everyone was sleeping.”
“Outside?!?!” Boo Berry questioned.
“Yes, outside. Come on, Dad is heading outside, and we can go with him.” I bolted to the kitchen door.
“Okay, if Dad is going, I will go.” Boo Berry jumped up and headed toward the kitchen door just as Dad made it there.
We dashed out. Whew. Made it. Dad didn’t like how we tangled into him and each other, but, oh well, what the heck, we got out!
“Head over to the west side of the yard, Boo. That’s where I heard ‘stuff’.” I dashed over to the west side of the yard.
“YES!” I stopped and smelled. “YES!”
“I can smell it too!” Boo exclaimed. “DEER! Wow! BABY DEER!
Too bad Mom and Dad can’t see these little creatures. I’ll bet they would like to see them.”
“Well, actually, I WOULD like to see them!” Boo Berry muttered to herself.
“What would you do if you did see them?” I asked Boo, Would you bark at them?”
“Ah, hum, aaaaahhhhhhhh, well, probably not.” Boo looked at me rather sheepishly.
“BUT I might, er, maybe, possibly could growl.”
“That would work. I think I would hide.”
“HIDE! I could hide! YES! I could hide…INSIDE!! Boo Berry made a dash for the back door.
Lucky Boo, Mom was just coming out.
Boo dashed right in behind Mom, and off they went to do whatever.
Me. Well, I have things to do and stuff to see.
Thanks for reading. See Ya around sometime.
TLC
I had to go to town to get my weekly supply of groceries—you know, where you need a small loan from the bank in order to check out.
When I saw a RAINBOW—a symbol of hope, blessings, and continued favor from the God(s) who decides all things.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Linda
After another round of rain,
We had fog in the early morning!
Fog is a huge delight for me. It’s not unheard of here, but it’s usually a rather rare occurrence.
My mother always said fog was a cloud that sat down on the world—so we could enter the world of Fairy for a bit.
I delighted in that thought then, and I still do now!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
This beautiful rainbow as she was going out! WOW! So perfect and, well, perfect!
Thank you so much,
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I wanted to get a photo of a falling leaf….Yes, I know, simple things entertain me.
Surely I could find ONE! I could take a photo of it, surely
AND I DID!!!
Catch a falling leaf and put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day. OOPPS
Catch a falling star!!!
Shish!
Still, the leaf does work…yes! It does!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We are set. Unless our winter is over-the-top cold..
Then we have to do more. We do have a cord of wood still to split. So I think we are fine.
(Caught on the game camera—I wanted to see if the deer came into the yard, but they didn’t)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Chapter Nine
“MOM!” Boo Berry howled. “MOM!”
“What are you screaming about?” I asked as I trotted up to see what was going on with Boo.
I want in.
Why?
‘Cause I’m outside and I want inside.
Why?
It’s Outside.
So, nothing’s wrong with the outside. Outside is big, fun, and really exciting.
That’s exactly why.
Oh, Boo, you are such a scared dog.
No, I’m not. I just like being inside better.
MOM!!!! Boo Berry Screamed.
What’s going on, Mom said, walking up to the house.
Oh, it’s that dog; she wants in.
MOM! MOM! MOM! Boo Berry jumped around and bounced this way and that.
In Boo Berry? Mom asked
Okay, I’m ready to go in. Do you want in, TLC? Mom bent down and gave me a pet.
Hum, let me think about it, I purred.
Okay. I replied. I guess so.
I found this really neat rock—with a message on it
I think it says DAD.
After all, I think it must be a tad hard for a rock to write. 🙂
What do you think?
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Go on a walk. Among the sighing of the drying corn, the rustling of the (Thankfully) dying weeds
To touch the earth with my feet.
Boo Berry and I, and sometimes,
but not always TLC.
Sometimes Terry goes with us. Not often, he is usually busy, but still sometimes.
We go many places here and there upon the farm. No work in mind, just being one with the earth.
I always take my camera—and I always look for kisses [hearts] from the earth. Because they are there. We just have to look.
Raining or not, we go. I just need to feel the earth, the sky, the air, be blessed by the sun, the moon, or the rain.
Sometimes—I have to go outside.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 