Mom and I and Boo Berry like to go outside and sit still—in the sunshine if we can find it.
Once we find the sunshine–the world falls away and everything slows down. Until it’s just us–resting in the sun.
TLC for Mom and Boo Berry
I can tell by the sun. It’s moving closer and closer toward the Summer Equinox slot on the Uncompahgre Plateau.
And the Big Birds! I can tell by them we are leaning toward Spring now (in just a few few days). They are in a hurry to get North. To the breeding grounds and cooler weather.
Once we reach ‘just the right spot,’ the tipping will stop. We will rebalance and settle back into the Groove.
YAY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I have been thinking about it for some time. (I think you know that 🙂 )
The older one gets and you blink a year has passed
Then you blink again and your grandchildren are grown up leading very interesting lives
See the heart in the sunlight 🙂
At my age, it seems like life can slip between gaps in time and then get lost
Memory can slip and blur.
Life is stunningly hard, amazingly beautiful, delightfully exciting, and full of adventures.
It’s how we live our lives — my prayer is that we (each and everyone) live the fullest and most caring, healing, giving (even to yourself) life possible.
(some photos are from my archives. 🙂 )
“St. Patrick’s Day is an enchanted time-a day to begin transforming winter’s dreams into sumer’s magice”–Adrienne Cook
From my heart to your heart,
Linda
Mom said to tell you she saw a flock of 8!!!! Eight!!! Western Bluebirds!
And then while I was standing outside with Mom, a HUGE! Noisy! FLOCK of Red-Winged Blackbirds arrived!
The SONG BIRDS are coming back!!!
TLC and Boo Berry (and Mom)
(from the archives)
It looked like this Tuesday morning
(archive photo—but pretty accurate. Thick in some spots from the wind and not so much in others)
But it soon melted. Although we had a terribly cold wind. March is always such a fickle month. Don’t ya think?
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
As you progress through life, you discover (in your old age) it is the very simplest of things you can’t live without. Not food, not a house, not shopping. But those things that lift your spirit and make life enjoyable. It’s the small things. The everyday bits and pieces which lift your spirit and make this world a tad better.
“Sometimes it takes only one act of kindness and caring to change a person’s life.”–Jackie Chan, Actor and Director.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
While Terry was cutting up a downed tree, I started thinking about the gifts of the Ancient Peoples. (I can’t help but I can be there if he gets hurt)
(from the archives)
I think they were right—-there is a magic, and an etheral force everywhere— in the rivers, the canals, the lakes,
(from my archives)
They encourage and bring to us the growth of the fields
(Fuzzy’s dark forest at the Back Forty of our place)
They sing in the woods.
They gather around us all the time—in fur form, or sunlight dappling,
or something so beautiful we stand amazed. The old Gods gather at the edges of our eyes—if we turn quickly, we can sometimes see them.
Yes they are there–to bring us the gifts of amazing wonder every day of our lives.
“The brightest hour of unborn Spring
Bending from Heaven,
In azure mirth, it kissed the forehead of the Earth,
and Smiled upon the silent seas.”–Percy Bysshe Shelley
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The cold Gods are now preparing to rest—getting jammies on, brushing their teeth, one last drink of water before heading to bed until late October or Early November
The big birds are restless too. The longing to head north to the mating and raising of chicks season.
And the song birds—soon to start arriving. I have yet to see any Western Bluebirds, but I am watching for them!
Although I did see a Western Meadowlark yesterday. WHAT a neat surprise!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s that seam between the long dark cold months and the warm beautiful green months.
You don’t know whether to wear a coat, jacket, or light sweater.
We will swing wildly between cold winter blasts of rough winds and the brightening of green springs of grass and plants.
STILL I AM HAPPY TO BE HERE!! MARCH HAS COME!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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