It wasn’t a long visit,
But was a very nice visit…then noon came today
And they were gone.
Sigh!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
For Two Nights and One and 1/2 Days —- Sunday, November 17, 2019
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The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— We Take A Golden Walk, Mindy Kit-Kat, Friday, November 15, 2019
Hello! It’s Me, Mindy-Lou, Min-Min, Kit-Cat Brown. Today is MY day to visit with you!
I had a very busy night, last night.
I checked out this and that and all things
around Mom’s yard.
Then I came in and took a very long nap right on my bed on the BIG Bed.
Then I got up and ate lunch headed outside; I had lots of stuff to do before it got dark.
There is lots of work for a busy kitty on the farm.
BUT the best part of the whole day yesterday WAS a walk with Mom, Dad, and Boomer
in the Golden light.
You see when the sun started sitting the whole world turn GOLD!
It was beautiful!
So Beautiful
I had to run and jump and skittered here and there and everywhere.
Mom said the Golden Light made her feel the same way.
(Dad and Boomer said they don’t get it…it just felt cold to them and time to head back inside.)
But Mom and I got it…so I guess it must be a girl thing…loving that Golden Light.
Mindy
Two Gifts from the Earth’s Heart —-Thursday, November 14, 2019
These little kids, (teenagers, really)
Are Mom (Gambol Quail)
and Dad’s last of the summer’s bevy, (or flock). And they look like they are all boys!
They LOVE to see me head over with my sack of black oil sunflower seeds, waiting patiently for me to appear, ride up…then fluttering off to sit in the old tree while I spread out all the seeds.
I love feeding them, our farm is full of wildlife, for I believe a farm without wildlife is empty land.
While there I looked down, where I had walked many, many times and saw
Shining there in the tracks on the road was a HEART!
What a dazzling find!
Moving on, from feeding my wild creatures, I went down to see Shannon’s goats, horses Black Beauty
I found another Heart!
Wonderful, gentle gifts to warm my soul!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
On a Late Autumn Afternoon—-Wednesday, November 13, 2019
Under a darkening sky
The geese steadily winging their way to the Upper End and the harvested pinto bean field
Beaglie and I headed over to feed the creatures
Waiting patiently for their yummy snacks
At the equipment storage area. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
In the Hidden Glimmer of Cloud Covered Moonlight—Tuesday, November 12, 2019
The sunset casting orange and pink lights along the Western sky; flinging light of soft pale pink, orange, and lavender in the East.
The full moon of November (the Beaver Moon)
Rose quickly through the high, scudding, pink-colored clouds
Casting a half-light on the high branches of the freeze-dried leaves.
Shrouded in lavender clouds the full moon’s light
Petenerated, in a soft glow.
(And I was there to see 🙂 )
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The Moon-lighted Darkness— Monday, November 11, 2019
On a wee walk-about in
The moon-washed world
Boomer and I strolled taking photos in the November cold
The vibrations of the night were full of ghosts, sprites, elves, and Winter-time dwarves.
Prowling silently throughout the darkening land.
These wee unseen creatures stalking alongside the predators of the night
Shimmering mysteriously suddenly there
Adding to the unusualness of a star caught in the glow of the moon.
The world…strange, glowing, twinkling
Everything and everyone in the shadowy darkness
All caught in the silver moonlight.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
With a Sigh, the Canal is Now Quiet —- Sunday, November 10, 2019
The unfettered sounds of rushing, dashing, crashing water
Has now passed.
The fresh and heady scent of clean, clear water
Has dwindled down to
To nothing. No more frothing white ice fairies
Or the orchestra of rushing water singing to us
Only the pebbles resting on the bottom, drying slowly in the sun.
The year has come full circle; March the water will be rushing back to fill the canals and our farms. For now, everything waits.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— I Protect Mom, Friday, November 8, 2019
Mom and I were out and about. Doing this and that and other things.
We would get on the four-wheeler; Mom would drive to here and there, then we would get off and Mom would do something.
I would sniff around and until Mom would call.
Back on the four-wheeler, we would go.
(Socks and flip-flops 🙂 )
It was way over by the old Apricot tree when Mom and I got off to ‘go for a walk’.
That’s what Mom said we were going to do
We were walking straight down the road when I suddenly saw
DANGER!
I crouched down real low, growled deeply in my chest; I had Mom to take care of, you see.
I kept like that for a long time.
BUT MOM KEPT ON WALKING TOWARD THE DANGER!
AND SHE KEPT CALLING ME TO FOLLOW!
Are you Kidding! I’ve been out here on the farm in many dangerous situations and I KNOW DANGER!
I didn’t hurry up, but I started following Mom in my growling,
Creeping stance!
Making myself as BIG as I could make myself, raised my ears, lowered my tail and crept along.
Growl!
GROWL! MOM COME BACK! I whined.
Suddenly the danger was right on me and it was
BLACK BEAUTY!!
I tricked Mom really well, don’t you think?
Boomer
(P.S. I knew there wasn’t danger all along, I was just tricking Mom.
Really.
My eyes still work very well, Thank you.
It was just to let Mom know I would take care of her.
Honestly. This was all just a trick on Mom.)
Boomer
(P.P.S.S. I really thought it was a coyote. But don’t tell anyone, okay.)
Boomer
Embroidered There Upon the Sky —- Thursday, November 7, 2019
(From Pinterest)
Every frosty evening the geese come to our farm
Their voices serenade in lovely song on the damp chill air
Magnificent and wonderous; their wings rippling the air, making a huge swooshing sound as they fly overhead
Settling down in the harvested Pinto Beans fields, where their night-time rustling brings contentment to our farm.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Vigorous Splashes of Water Make a Form of Jubilation — Wednesday, November 6, 2019
(from Pinterest)
I was hauling wood for the evening when I thought I would head over to the canal to see if the water was starting to lessen
It is…soon there will be no water.
But —-in the moldering dead grass and fallen leaves I saw a most beautiful chill upon the land.
Ice Fairies painted with perfect splashes of water. Brightening the dark and dismal banks along the edges of the canal.
Even creating a little glass-like bell to ring in the chill and hostile winds.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
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