Oh, Heavenly Father,
I thank you so much for hearing my prayers.
I thank you so much for loving us—
all people, plants, animals
and the Earth, we call home.
Thank you.
Humbly I pray, Amen.
Linda
As the night started closing in, the murmuring of the water and the flashing/setting sunlight illuminated the beauty all around.
Then home again we rode—the earth seeping darkness; lifting toward the sky and the sky blazing with glorious color.
(From my archives)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Linda
There is such a magical beauty about this time of year
The stunning glory of the spread wings of the the Red-Winged Blackbirds
The chirping song of the Red-breasted Robins
Shadows starting to show leaves, instead of stark limbs
A little tiny slice of the moon; sending it’s light into the pulse of the earth
The sun shines through the clouds right into our souls.
The granules of sand, dust, and dirt gifting love to each one of us.
We are all so blessed, you and I. So very blessed.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A hunting I will go! A Hunting I will go! High Ho the derry o—-
MOM, I KILLED YOU A SQUIRREL!!!
And I KILLED DAD A SQUIRREL!
And Yes!!!
I killed Boo Berry a squirrel.
Four Squirrels in all. So we each got one!!
But (just for the record) I ate all four!
TLC
(Mom was not very happy with me—I don’t understand why)
Filling the air with lovely (but very cold) drops of rain, and huge wind; gifting all things.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
(and no, the changing of irrigation doesn’t stop because it rained. The rain only made the first 1/8″ of the soil wet. BUT it did wash off all the plants and trees! 🙂 )
Linda
The bees swarmed. Leaving behind those old friends, [who wished to stay]: taking the most loved Queen.
It was time.
“Never leave a friend behind. Friends are all we have to get us through this life—and they are the only things from this world that we could hope to see in the next.”–Dean Koontz, Bestselling author
From my world to your heart,
Linda