The lively action of the ears developing
Signals of an abundant crop come Autumn.
The long and dark shadows cool the earth offering shade to any who need it.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Finally, helped thin the smoke
Lifting the thick and heavy layers
Allowing more air to circulate
While somewhere else the embers
Keep sending sparks and fire onto ravaged earth and into the sky.
My prayers are with everyone. I am so sorry this is happening.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
When Terry’s Dad passed, Terry’s Mother gave to our youngest daughter, Jack’s pick-up. Misty loved her Grandpa very much and felt more than honored to be given this very visible reminder of her Grandfather.
Misty and Kelly drove this old pick-up for several years, gradually moving to different pickups over time, but always keeping this special reminder of Jack and the very generous gift of the pick-up from Marjorie.
Last month, Misty and Kelly gifted this classic GMC to their oldest daughter, who LOVES the pick-up and wanted it for her own.
Since the truck had been living here, Terry got it all aired up, greased up, oiled up, spruced up; ready for its new life.
Sunday, around 4:00 in the afternoon, the GMC went to its new home. Ready to drive around with a cute blonde wearing a cowgirl hat. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The smoke is thickly here, looming and seething into every crack, washing everything in grey vapors.
The smoke is thick enough we can’t see the beginning of the cornfields
unless we are close
Air quality is terrible.
Still, the regular work goes on.
Although, this is miserable for us…
I am fully aware
We are experiencing the result of someone, somewhere losing everything they own, whether human, or animal, or Forrest.
Smoke is the result of huge sparks and flames; taking away everyone’s dreams.
My heart goes out to each soul and all lives experiencing these horrible, horrible fires.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
We were coming home, down the long lane to our house, when this little creature starting running across our path.
I haven’t seen one for a long-time.
A wee little muskrat.
How fun, to have this creature expand our world.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sometimes I am doing something when I see my hand
It shocks me, if only for a brief moment of time
For I think, I see my Momma’s hand. It startles me for I know she is not here, she is beyond the Veil, somewhere.
This sudden ‘seeing’ of Momma started sometime this farming season, I can’t pinpoint when.
But there she is, just for a moment, reaching through the veil touching me, gathering me close, stirring my heart, filling my mind with the memory of her and her tender yet firm love of me.
I am now older than Momma when she died. I no longer have a compass, a way to approach each day, year, or a single tiny bit of time. She passed away, many years ago- the year 2000, when she just turned 71.
Thank you, Momma, for the brief, gentle time of walking with me, I know you are with me when I see your hands on mine.
From my heart to your heart,
Linda
Common Pheasant….he is a great one to scare a person by squawking and flying up suddenly at your feet 🙂
Hunting, hunting, hunting.
And that wonderful little nymph-like spirit
Called
Hummingbird….riding like a wisp on the currents of our air.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s been raining here,
Little showers of delight
Our air, ground, and souls cooling way down
Making a person think it might be Autumn
It makes me feel like Fall
Time racing forward
That summer will be over (too) fast.
Moments racing ahead…
The rain is nice, it’s actually making puddles
Still…over there — just beyond
Is Fall…
Autumn
The cool down, just before
Ah, well…until then
Our days go Quietly forward…
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Linda
So…just what does a farmer do for fun
You load up your Classic Tractor
And you go to a tractor pull; whereby,
He did very well; pulling 76% of his tractor’s weight!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I still have not seen Mindy
I will keep looking and calling
Watching for her in the special places she loved
My heart whispers to her
I send prayers to the Heavens asking to know; for
Peace to fill my soul, if she has passed over the Rainbow Bridge
Or to somehow understand
If she is just hiding from me
Has she developed kitty dementia?
Has she had a kitty heart attack and died somewhere
and been carried off by a predator?
My voice calls, my heart whispers, and my soul cries.
Sigh,
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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