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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 TLC Cai-Cai. Our sweet kitty who helps keep the farm safe. And Boo Berry Betty, a breeder dog learning to be a Farm Dog! 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

Moments of Beauty — Sunday, August 1, 2021

I still have not seen Mindy

I will keep looking and calling

Watching for her in the special places she loved

My heart whispers to her

I send prayers to the Heavens asking to know; for

Peace to fill my soul, if she has passed over the Rainbow Bridge

Or to somehow understand

If she is just hiding from me

Has she developed kitty dementia?

Has she had a kitty heart attack and died somewhere

and been carried off by a predator?

My voice calls, my heart whispers, and my soul cries.

Sigh,

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Missing Mindy — Friday, July 30, 2021

I can’t find Mindy

She is missing.

She didn’t come in several nights ago for her “Mindy Time”

I can’t find her anywhere.

I’ve called, I walked the place looking for her

I put out a game camera

Trying to see if she shows up in any photos

I got this one on the 16th.

Then I moved the camera to here and got this one

But I’m not really sure it’s her.  We have a stray black cat that has shown up in the yard and it may be it.

Mindy Lou-Sue I miss you.

I hope you are alright

My heart is brimming with sadness.

The farmyard is silent in a sad and empty sort of way

I miss your wee little gifts

I miss you.

I wish I knew where you are, or what has happened to you.

I miss you, Mindy Lou-Sue, My Min-Min.

From my heart to your heart,

Linda

Why? — Thursday, July 29, 2021

“The voyage of discovery consists not of seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.”–Marcel Proust

I have a snake (water snake) who lives in the hen house with the hens.  Randomly we (snake and I) scare each other.

Why would you tolerate a snake in the hen house, you ask?

This is why.

Snakes love to eat mice!

Way to go, Snake!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

Flight — Wednesday, July 28, 2021

There in the air

So heavy

One would think it could never fly

Yet there it is…flying high in the sky

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Before the Rain — Tuesday, July 27, 2021

Before the rain

That thing called WIND

stirred everything up

Spread the top of the soil

Here and there

And

Everywhere!

After the rain…the ending of a RAINBOW!!! 

YAY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Sweet, Quiet Melody — Monday, July 26, 2021

Hello!

A wee, but perfect, little snack bar

OH!  Sharing with a Robin

Here, try this little bit I plucked out of the tray just for you—something light, bright, and oh, so sweet. 🙂

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Sound of Corn —Sunday, 25, 2021

The corn is tasselling

The baby ears are forming

Summer, laughing softly, as time slowly slips toward Fall.

The song of Corn,

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday—-Farm Life Series 3, The Big, Noisy Stuff, Friday, July 23, 2021

Another thing you need to pay attention to is the BIG, LOUD, STUFF!

Like the tractors

Corn choppers

Hay Swather

The baler

Old trucks

Mom and Dad’s four-wheelers,

The pick-ups

Mom’s Car

The Lawnmower,

All those things can KILL you!  Smash you flatter than a smashed miller.

When you hear one start-up or

one coming into the farmyard

RUN!

Your life depends on it!

Mindy Lou-Sue, or as Mom calls me, Min-Min

The Old Gods Live Here and There and Everywhere — Thursday, July 22, 2021

Sometimes I think to myself, that the Old Gods

Those awe-inspiring Gods of long-long-long ago

Are still here among us

Only we have different names for them now. (Like nature, wind, rain, etc.)

They are still here, flying with the birds in the air

Singing to our hearts and minds and souls in the morning

And in the evening.

They are in the sunlight,

And glittering off the tiny wings of Humming Birds

They gather in the most unlikely of places

They bring together the edges

Lifting up our hearts

When our hearts have tripped, or fallen slightly, or leaned a little too far here or there

Then the old Gods rebalance everything, even us.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

That Brutal World We Live In — Wednesday, July 21, 2021

While out-and-about

I saw a coyote (from a distance) hanging out where the swather had been sitting and where the squirrels were playing.

He/she was sporting the Summer-fur look.

POUNCE!

A quick dash off.

Sigh!

I drove the four-wheeler over to the spot, to save the rest of the surry of squirrels, at least for a short while.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda