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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

While the Earth is Frozen and the Sky Full of Leaden Clouds —-Tuesday, February, 4, 2020

I’ve finished another quilt.

For some reason, this has been a hard quilt to put together.  You wouldn’t think after doing the other three quilts it would be, but it was.

I didn’t have enough of each type of square, for one thing, then each square was quilted differently…and I made the purple strips too small…

Gradually it started to unfurl and come together.   Enough so, I can pronounce it DONE!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Shoes or the Lack-There-Of—Monday, January 3, 2020

I try to wear something on my feet all the time,…although, I think shoes are so confining.

Outside walking is NOT the same as Inside walking—those days of just running outside in bare feet are over

Now (if the ground is not wet) I can struggle along with socks and flip flops

Slip-on shoes for the rest of the time

With socks.  Shoes without socks feel rather ‘not right’

But this is my preferred mode of travel on the farm…socks, and flip-flops 🙂 In the winter-time.

Of course, there are those moments, with the mud is just way too much for anything, but

Boots!

Terry is always practical; his shoes appropriate to the ground.

But, if I am very careful, and walk-in old footprints…I can still go about in winter in my favorite mode of SHOE!!!

🙂 🙂 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Beings that Brighten the Winter Sky — Sunday, February 2, 2020

A little shadow of a ringed-neck dove

The sound of large wings swooshing through the air

Watching the big birds landing

I love the calls ringing across the land

Rare that the cranes and geese mix, but they do

Their songs streaming though-out the trees

My heart lifts with them as they fly up, up, up

I love hiding so I can sneak up while they are pecking on the seeds

So I sing to you the song

Of the winter sky!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

Mindy and Boomer Have an Adventure Chapter Eight, Friday, January 30, 2020

Chapter Eight

I stopped and just stared down the road.  I have a suspicion I know where Mindy went.

I took off as fast as my Beagle legs could carry me.

I had found Mindy’s tracks

And where she rolled in the dirt,

which gave me a very fresh scent

Then I saw where she climbed into the ditch, hum…. oh, yes, out she came here.

O! OH! Humm…. herked up mouse guts.  Rather nasty.  I guess Mindy ate too many mice.

On I traveled…not long now before I get to the cross-over pipe….I have a feeling I will run into Mindy at the cross-over pipe.  She LOVES going with Mom, Dad and Myself when we walk up to the cross-over pipe.  I don’t know why I didn’t think of that myself.

I kicked it into high gear.

The sun was starting to set, but that’s okay.  I know the farm like the pads on my paws.

Besides

The Cross-Over pipe is LOTS of fun!

Once I catch up with Mindy, we can have our adventure!

Meanwhile—

Now I wonder what this paw print is?  Mindy sniffed around on the print.

Cat?  Wow!  That is some kind of Big Cat? WOW!

I Welcome You to My Daily Prayer of Thanks —- Thursday, January 30, 2020

The winter birds lift my heart in gratitude each and every moment of each and every day

I always stand outside (each and every day) raise my hands to the sky

And Yell—yes I yell—Please come to our farm! Each and all of you are welcome

And it seems to be working

It’s true I reach out to them with scattered seeds and yummy bits of bird food

I honestly don’t care what variety comes

How big or how small

They are all welcome.

(Even sleepy little loud noisy starlings)

Wings, and brilliant colors, our farm is L.O.U.D with song!

Welcome! I call.

I feel truly blessed!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Happy Birthday Little Min-Min Kit-Kat Brown—-Wednesday, January 29, 2020

Happy Birthday, Mindy-Lou Kitty

We are really not sure how old you are…maybe seven or eight, or close to that anyway

You lived a long, long time in the wild and had several litters of kittens.  It was when you were having your last litter, I met you. You had traveled from a long way to the other house.

I was working down at the other house when I saw you and you saw me.  So I started feeding you every day—yummy cat cereal and canned cat food.

Gradually over time, you followed me home.

Making friends with Dad first, then friends with Boomer

Then Me.  It took you a while to like me when there was DAD to like you!

Happy Birthday, Little kitty. You’ve lived with us four, almost five years now.

You are a huge part of lives!

From Mom, Dad, Boomer, and the two hens!

(From my world to your heart 🙂  )

Linda

 

For One Night a Wee Bit of Wonder—Tuesday, January 28, 2020

 

For one night, and one night only—

just before our really nice wet snowstorm arrived

Our grandson came.

He is growing so fast now.  A man really, 18 this month.

Joy comes in so many different ways.  All we need to do is look— with gladness.

From my world to your heart.

Linda

 

A Walk in the Cold — Monday, January 27, 2020

Yesterday was a rare warm January afternoon…warming up enough we went for a walk just to savor the air

All that changed over-night.  We woke to fog and snow.  Lots and lots of snow. It’s beautiful

Still, yesterday was strangely lovely (game camera photo)

Then last evening the clouds rolled in; pushed along with a brisk wind, but before the swirling snow started

I went out to take a photo of the finger-nail shaped moon and one star close by

Boomer and I breathing in the cold air of the night

Your friend on western Colorado farm,

Linda

Looking at the World through Rose-Colored Light —- Sunday, January 26, 2020

I was out taking photos of the world 

As the air danced wildly in the color of pink. Stuffing my camera in my pocket, leaning down to pet that silly little beagle, I looked up to see the flash of the game camera.

I took out the chip and found our little family (Mindy, Myself, Boomer, and Terry) surround by the warm clear color of the palest red.

We were truly living in a rose-colored world. (until the sun fully set, that is 🙂  )

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Mindy and Boomer Have an Adventure Chapter Seven, Friday, January 24, 2020

Chapter Seven

This is SO much fun!

First, I climbed to the top of the haystack poles, then I ran across the top, got stuck for a little bit, but figured out that I could get back down if I went backward.

After all that climbing I decided to go into the combine and see if there were mice in there.  My tummy was growling at this point, you see.

In I went, first under the cab, then in the place where all the teeth are, nope.

Back into the BIG part where all the trash comes out and WHAM!  Mice everywhere.

Yum!
Slurp!
Gulp!

That was good.  Burp.

Okay, enough of that.

Back out onto the farm road.   Where I rolled around in the dirt for a spell.

Then JUMPED UP! And RAN to the ditch where the water can go one way, if Dad wants it too, or go another way.  Whatever Dad decides.  It’s really fun to crawl into the pipes and see how far I can go before I get scared and come back out.

Oh!  You didn’t read that.  I don’t get scared, I just get tired of not seeing daylight.

You understand I’m sure.

Shoot!  All the pipes are covered up and locked down.

Darn!

Okay….off I go down the dirt ditch then…I scrabble down the ditch as fast as I could go.

You never know…there may be mice in the ditch, or the grass OR Dad forgot to close off the cross-over pipe.  At WHICH point if he forgot…..I CAN GO TO THE OTHER SIDE!

 

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