While out-and-about, looking at the sky through the tiny lens on my camera
The two hens and Beaglie following me
Mindy choosing to NOT get in the way of two hens (they like to chase her–making her a wee bit unnerved.)
I happened upon a lovely gift of heart…waiting there in the shadows of other rocks
A marvelous gift all dressed in gray!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
A few weeks ago, I was bitten ON THE LIP, by a
Jumping Spider
I know it was a Jumping spider because I caught and killed it…gross thing.
It took me forever to over-come it.
First, my bottom lip looked like I had a Cold Sore…A HUGE Cold Sore! Like HUGE!
The pain was like spear thrusts on my lip, in my gums, my tongue swelled…
Then the venom traveled into my nasal passages and my throat and my ear canal
It was like I had a cold, but not like a cold…it was horrible
After two weeks I had to go to the Doctor and get a shot. I just could not fight it anymore. Terry started to get worried, and to tell the truth, so did I.
Even after the shot, the left side of my face swelled up so much I looked like I had collagen shots on the left side of my face ONLY
The right side was as wrinkled as before, BUT with the big fat left side, it looked even more wrinkled 🙂
Then the headaches started, and the earache, plus the continued running nose.
But, actually, by that point (two weeks ago) I was feeling better and
knew I wouldn’t be whirling away with the spirits of the dead.
So…………..today I can say only my ear pain is left…and it is diminishing.
What a long process! But I made it!
(And I didn’t let it get me — I still went for walks, took photos, had company, bought groceries and continued the best I could with long, long naps in-between—it’s been a haul, but I’m here now. YAY! )
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Before the huge storm blows in tonight or tomorrow, or whenever it happens to hit
(The weather people are clanging the warning bell, even as I write this)
(The alfalfa is frozen, but still showing color)
I thought I would show you the last flickering lights of our Indian Summer paradise—a wee piece of afternoon warmth before the temperatures plunging into December levels and pale wintery sunlight
We are very dry again. Although the shadows on the road are lovely.
The unharvested corn has gone from golden to pale yellow
I saw a possible Sundog, as Mindy and Boomer and I were taking a wee walkabout.
Storm coming in they say….maybe so, only time will tell. (As my Momma used to say)
Until then it is a beautiful Indian Summer.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
After a predictably BORING morning,
There is nothing better than to shatter the calm
With a little bit of WILD horseplay!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
(And T’Ata plus Glory)
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
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
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
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
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
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
