The heat has risen to over 100* for the last few days, 102*, 103*f (37.77c) sometimes with wind; a hot wind, sometimes not. Just hot still air. (I am NOT complaining, for I LOVE SUMMER!)
It’s hard to keep things wet, but so far we are doing okay.
The really bad thing about this weather
Ever!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Boomer doesn’t always like to go with me anymore
Long walks are now out of the question
Most of the time he will go with me on the four-wheeler, but not always
He always goes with he has company. He tries very hard to be part of their play
But last evening he wanted to go for a wee walkabout
So we did
Not going far
Just down the lane, past the equipment
Where the moon shown down on us,
A little dog, a little kitty and I
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Terry came back from town Friday with a wee little bird stuck to his grill
What a horror! It was still breathing, although, not moving
After removing the tiny sweet little thing, I placed in my horse trough flower bed for safely and (hopefully) healing.
Then, truly not knowing HOW to help the little bird, or even what to do for the little bird, I sent word to the heavens and all those beings with gossamer wings to heal and protect this tiny creature
The first day was spent under the leaves, rustling around; creating little ghostly whispers, whenever I came near.
So far, so good. The wings are starting to be held closer to the body. I haven’t tried to pick the little bird up [yet] incase of internal damage.
When I do I will check it’s little legs and toes.
My prayer is this little one can heal and fly away. Until then I will continue to provide protection, food, and water.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sometimes sleeping at night is hard
Not only not being able to sleep
But sleeping and dreaming with ‘bad’ dreams
Other times, it’s like I am walking with those who have passed before me
Those marvelous people of my past life
My parents and grandparents
My beautiful and marvelous sister-of-my-heart, Dixie
Haunting dreams
Causing me to wake; to feel fragile and uncertain
Most often I wake and can’t remember my dreams
I just know I dreamed,
Not all dreams are scary, threatening, or nostalgic
They are comforting and familiar
Warm and protective
Those are hard to recall, also.
So, I have decided those dreams,
Those glowing, comforting misty dreams
Which [the feeling] tends to stay with me all through the day
Are sent to me [us] from our dead family and friends
To protect us
And those still with us on the earth
Connecting with us through our dreams.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I like to read tales from the Viking era…and stories about King Arthur. Stories by Bernard Shaw, Mary Stewart, Octavia Randolph all set during the time when the Christ God (the Christian Church) was starting to replace the old God’s of Myth.
I also love the story of Elijah when he was taken up into Heaven
What a rush that would have been
To just suddenly be lifted up
Past this world, we call Earth.
So, back to my first sentence about Viking times and the time of King Arthur
It was a rather rough and tumble sort of time for all those who lived in it
A time where I’m sure God was protecting each and every person
As, surely, the Old Gods were showing their followers ‘the way’
So, Perhaps,—here we are today…way down through the centuries
Where I’m sure, If God a tad busy doing something —
There are still angels and other helpers
Who walk alongside each and every one of us
Speaking to us, messages from God
Perhaps all we need to do is to be Grateful…
To hear what they are speaking to our hearts
Thank you so much, my readers and friends, my heart is full of gratitude for each of you.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Friday evening last, the clouds in the west parted as the sunset
Causing Sun Dogs to appear
In the storm rainclouds
In the East
And the South East
I counted four all together!
They portend a cool down. In the Summers cooldowns are nice. In the Winter, it means even colder weather in three days.
Here we are Tuesday, with Yes a shade bit cooler weather. Tomorrow we start heading back up in the heat!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
A group of Hummingbirds is called 
A Charm.
How cool is that?
Whoever decided to call them a Charm
Picked a perfect word to describe them
The Golden light last night
Seemed to turn all the little Humminbirds
Gold.
Golden Charms.
The Rufus are back. They have been here for a couple of weeks now.
They are early
Usually arriving the first week in August.
The Rufus turned and even Golder
Golden color in that Magic Hour of sun.
As did the sky!
From my heart to your world,
Linda
In between rainstorms and hissing wind
The second cutting of the second alfalfa field
Is stacked and heading to other homes
It can rain all it wants to now. And the rain will be greatly appreciated.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I sometimes get to thinking this blog is rather repetitious
I seem to only write about the sky, the plants on the farm
My yard
Irrigating…morning, noon, night
Animals which move around in the night
And the day
The worker bee of the farm...the whole farm runs on this one person, you do understand
Sometimes I liven things up a tad
OR a daytime sighting of a typically nocturn fox
Oh, Yes, I forgot we do have the returning deer
And the joyful visit of grandchildren and granddogs
And that sweet little beagle
And that very independent cat.
Not only the work of spring, summer, and fall, the work of winter
I suppose it may be repetitious
It is our life…
Shared with you on this wee little space in time
a miracle on our tiny spot of Earth and Sky
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Because
of this
Terry had to go out yesterday morning
And rake the hay…..
Please, Please, no more rain….not until we get this field baled and stacked!
PLEASE!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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