The wind 
flung the golden leaves off in flurries of snow
Causing the leaves to look like they were frozen while dancing.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
As One Season Ended —- Wednesday, October 28, 2020
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The End—Tuesday, October 27, 2020
The end of golden leaves
The end of golden sunshine
And the beauty of
Red leaves among the green.
A huge wind came in Sunday evening
Announcing the end of fall’s warm days
All through Sunday night, it snowed
Temperatures dropped to 15*f (-9.4 c) with a wind chill of 2f (-16.6c)
Winter
Arrived.
But we are prepared.
The snow is not fated to stay. By this time next week, we will be back in the field. (Hopefully)
Until then
Harvest has stopped.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We are All Bits of Stardust — Monday, October 26, 2020
I love twilight
My maternal grandmother did too.
I called her Love Grandma.
Together, she and I would go walking in the velvet time,
Between day and night.
Or sit together (comfortably) in her kitchen [without any lights]
As the day turned to brilliant colors
And the air became like velvet.
It is still a magical time for me
A special time, no matter what the season,
A sacred time between ‘what was’
and what will become
A time of true magic
When the world holds it’s breath
Then everything disappears into stars.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Thank You, Everyone—Sunday, October 25, 2020
The people who reach the end of their days must leave others who have to live out their days without them. Fredrik Backman—My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry
All your kind thoughts and words have made the passing of my darling little beagle easier.
I found another heart-shaped rock.
I was taking down the dog houses and putting them away in one of the grain bins, tears in my eyes, missing that little dog who would have been right by my side as I worked,
When I saw the tiny little heart.
Then Helen Walsh, who lives in Dingwall, Scotland, Sent me a lovely rainbow!
You are (all) so right!
Boomer is ever so much better, now, there is no pain,
and he is with Fuzzy! (They are bestest friends forever—they tell me that ALL the time!)
Life goes on.
It has to.
If anyone would like to give a donation to an animal charity in Boomer’s name (You DO NOT HAVE TO, only if you want too)
I donated to Black Canyon Animal Sanctuary 42528 Needle Rock Rd. Crawford, CO 81415 in memory of Boomer.
Or send one to your favorite animal shelter, there is such a need out there.
From my heart, in great thanks for each and every one of you, to your heart,
Linda
As the Autumn Leaves Fell Swirling —- Friday, October 23, 2020
Boomer, my Darling little Beagle
Passed over the Rainbow Bridge.
As Terry and I were digging his resting spot, I dug up a rock. When I looked in my shovel I saw it was a heart.
Laugh if you must, but I feel it is a gift from the earth and from Boomer to me.
Boomer Beaglie Brown
2004 or 2006—October 22, 2020
Run free my baby Boomer.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
A Wee Gift of Magic — Thursday, October 22, 2020
There is something so extra special
When something unexpected comes your way
Taking you by surprise
That is what happened to Terry and me yesterday in the mail.
A special hand-made card-sending us strength and love as we move through this time with
Our darling little Beagle.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
As the Sun Sparkled on the Farm —- October 21, 2020
While Terry did all the things he needs to do
To get the corn harvested.
I headed out to put the farm to bed.
The day was just lovely.
There was a nice breeze
Cooling me as I worked.
One ditch finished.
A few more to go.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The Skyline is Changing — Tuesday, October 20, 2020
Terry went out first thing Monday morning
Shelled some corn into a bucket
Then had the corn tested for moisture
WOW! 10%!
Normally we start at 14%!
So there you go
Several weeks early
The 2020 Corn Harvest has begun!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
WHAT! WOW! I Made it FIRST! —- Monday, October 19, 2020
As you know I love to feed the little wild creatures
fun little snacks they would never ever get
unless someone goes to the grocery store and buys them.
Usually,
it goes down like this —Stanely or Stewart or someone
from the Vacuum Cleaner family shows up—Cute little furry rodents with darling little faces
Sometimes, but not always, the Quail get there and can snarf up the remaining bits leaving a clean plate for everyone else.
But yesterday, the little chipmunk made it up there before everyone else. He/she stood and his/her mouth flew open as is to say: WOW!
It was a perfect treat for Chipmunk and a perfect treat for me!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sometimes My Heart Stops—-Sunday, October 18, 2020
When I’m out and about
Of course, I travel now without my darling little beagle
(Taken by a game camera in the yard)
And I always stop and stand very still, using my zoom lens
And he/she always dashes off when the click of the camera is heard.
But still—it takes a spell for my heart to slow down and I can move on.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
