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
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
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
Walking at the Upper End,
there I saw Three Paths; two diverged and one traveled close by.
The birds of winter—-
Those delightful wandering large and small birds
Filling the air with their gossip and chatter
Shining brightly there in the sky
Filling our lawn with their busy searching and scratching
Then suddenly lifting up in a huge swoosh of wings
The tap-tap tapping on the bark of the very old Cottonwood tree fills the cold winter air
A pair of owls gently shake the branches of the same tree each evening as they call one to the other 
A blackbird, of some sort, rests in the branches waiting for submissive sun take back the sky from clouds
The crows tell all the secrets of the land.
Thank Heavens for the winter birds. They make my winter life ever so much better.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Finally!
Crossing my fingers on both hands (my toes, my arms, my legs, my eyes)
This is the THIRD day without jaw, tooth, nose, eye pain!
I still have a dull, nagging roar of pain under my ear…but OH! MY! The joy of the lessening of the rest of the pain!
I am so incredibly grateful for starting to experience ‘feeling good’ again.
Yay!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Terry, Boomer and I took a wee walk-about on the farm one evening
The sun was just starting to set and the day birds and day animals were slowly losing their loud thrumming and calling — settling down upon the land
We walked upon cow trails, avoiding the very snowy farm road
Past the cement ditches waiting for the thaw
and slumbering fields
As the wild Canada geese winged their way onto our farm
And the Sandhill cranes bedded down for the night
Filling the air with their trilling calls
We gradually made our way back to the house.
Our farm, not confining but defining us, like all sacred places.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A thousand tiny minutes and lots of sewing (and taking out)
I got another quilt done. Those terrible corners on the outside band drove me into a whirling, wheeling misery.
But…they are done now. Thank Heavens.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Chapter Six
I followed Mom to the kitchen door, she opened the door, held the door opened for me and said: “Do you want to come in, Boomie?” I just looked at her and wagged my tail. Just the tip of my tail. I really didn’t want to come in and I didn’t want her to force me to come in. At the same time, I didn’t want Mom to be mad at me for NOT wanting to come in.
“That’s okay, Boomie. You don’t have to come in.” she shut the door and was gone.
Now, it seems I was doing something before Mom came along.
What was it?
I put my nose to the ground and sniffed around trying to jog my memory.
“OH! YES!” Mindy and I were going to have an adventure together.
“MINDY!” I bayed. “MINDY!”
Nothing.
No Mindy.
I started searching here and there and everywhere.
UP one side of this and down one side of that.
Over to the fences,
down the roads,
up by the grain bins.
No Mindy.
No Mindy anywhere.
This is NOT good.
I think I had better sit down and ponder this problem. What I think I need to do is THINK LIKE A CAT!
OOOOOOO! Now, this is rather hard to do.
Thinking like a cat.
Hummm
OH! There is Dad—Mindy always likes to be with Dad.
I shoved off my old beaglie body, making it trot over to Dad.
Where is Mindy? I looked and Looked and LOOKED!
No, Mindy. Anywhere. No Mindy hiding close by or even far by.
I just sat down in total discouragement.
I really need to figure out where Mindy is-Night is coming on. Night in the winter where hungry predators stalk.
Darn! I have to find Mindy! I got up and started walking to the grain bins to head out onto the farm.
If she isn’t in the farmyard, then she must be out on the farm.
Meanwhile …….
A snowstorm is due in here this evening. This I can understand
For I can see it in the sky, starting to develop, grow and draw closer to us
I don’t really understand numbers—although, Pythagoras, figured out that everything in and of and surrounding the earth is made of numbers (horrors)
So to his knowledge, a snowstorm is a math equation….ICK!
I also don’t understand money (money is numbers really), so, therefore, I don’t understand finance, markets, hedge funds, private equity, venture capital, basis points, bonds —–AAAAAAAAAACK!
But I do like to think, I understand stories. And I like to tell the story I understand to you in photo form with words to help explain.
These things (words and pictures) help me show you the story of each and every day of my life and those who share my life with me.
So as the winter storm develops out of the mists of clouds and air…I share with you a bit of my life devoid of numbers. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
