Rumors and Fear Fly Round and Round — Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Like stinging bugs

But, if —if we just slow down and listen to the god-filled skies

Or Heavens, if you prefer

You will have the courage, strength, and ability

To remain calm

The promise of warmer weather

Is changing the bleakness of each and every day

Soon to be nothing but a memory, a gift of a world-wide movement to bring us into a new world

A gift of darkness but also one of light.

Where friendships forged on the home-front and through the internet, will be strengthened; causing strong and unbreakable bonds

We are now visiting the future, although the bitter sting of the Coronavirus is making its wild and violent way around the world in the present.

The pandemic is leading all of us to band together, to be safe, to care for those we know and those we don’t know.

I am most thankful for all of you out there in my Blogland and on FaceBook. You make this trying time much better.

From my heart to each of you,

 

Stay Safe.  Stay Strong.

We will emerge from this into a new and better world.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

It Was a Wild and Stormy Day (as per Snoopy of Peanuts, fame) —-Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Yesterday was one over those miserable cold days March is famous for.

But, gradually, ever-so-slowly the sky started to clear

Spreading sunlight in a glowing strip

Along the base of Grand Mesa

Highlighting the ‘Dobie foothills in a marvelous bath of sunshine!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Dance Like Your Heart Means It — Monday, March 23, 2020

I was down at Shannon’s when I saw T’Ata playing in her water trough

“T’Ata, what are you doing?” I hollered at her.

“Taking a bath.  Swimming. I don’t know, Playing! HAVING FUN!”

“You did good, Girl!  All pretty now.” I told her.

Such a funny horse.  Taking the world lightly wherever she goes.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Against the Dancing Shadows of Dim and Scary Thoughts —- Sunday, March 22, 2020

I went shopping today

My heavens…what a whirlwind of amazing hoarding is going on

It’s stunning, to say the least

And the worker bees say if you shop after lunch it is even worse

The empty shelves, I mean.  And the number of people who are there.

And the stress and panic and attitudes are over-the-top.

With hysteria and nasty words bursting out at employees and fellow shoppers

In all the years of living

I have never experienced anything like this

ALTHOUGH! There are lots of chips, beer, and pop, folks! 🙂

There are signs out…but I think they are too late.

I think this will pass, in time.

We just need to remain calm.

Don’t you.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Thirteen Years! WOW! — Friday, March 20, 2020

Mom says I get to tell you it is HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TIME!!!

Thirteen Years Mom has been blogging about our lives on our farm on the western slope of Colorado

 

WOW! Thirteen Years!

Although, I must admit…the UPS truck is much more interesting!

Boomer Beaglie Brown

and Mom!

(And I suppose Dad and Mindy 🙂  )

A Wee Ghost Time—Where Crazy Things Flicker on the Edges —- Thursday, March 19, 2020

Tuesday, all the Dental Offices the Eye Doctors and whomever else I don’t know about were shut down to patients.

They are open for emergency conditions only.

Thankfully I was considered an emergency.

For you see Tuesday I had surgery to remove a tooth and receive a bone graft to my mouth.

It has been a truly long winter, starting in October with that spider bite.

Thankfully I was able to have the procedure…intense is the word.

I struggled through a couple of long nights with a thundering headache, miserable shivering and magnified bad dreams

I have emerged into a rather cold and brittle March lion/like weather, feeling somewhat better.  All the drugs are now out of my system, (a mouth seems to heal fairly quickly),

And with the knowledge, I don’t want to open my mouth too wide and smile BIG to people I meet for FOUR months. 🙂  🙂

At the end of that time, I will have to decide if I want them to drill into my newly created bone and give me an implant

Or create a flipper.

But that is a spell down the road.  Tuesday, I was blessed. I was the last patient allowed to receive service, the hideous adventure I have been on since October is now winding down toward and end.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

 

 

On a Perfect Heaven-Like Day —- Wednesday, March 18, 2020

On a very perfect day

With metal sharp and cold, shining like silver 

Terry started plowing the land

Charming the soil into thick rich rolls

A wonderous dance, which takes place in last year’s cornfields

 

The sent of the fresh-turned earth like none other

Leaving the life-giving cornstalks in the soil to develop into rich loam.

He then flattens all the clods and raised places making sure the corn stalks are there for the little earthworms to turn into the perfect food for this year’s crop.

What a huge gift to be able to live on the land.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Hysteria and Fear Replaced with Peace and Beauty—- Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, an 1887 painting by Viktor Vasnetsov. From left to right are Death, Famine, War, and Conquest; the Lamb is at the top.

The fear of the Coronavirus…the media seems to be saying that we are experiencing the appearance of the dreadful horseman of pestilence and death.

Possibly. It sure seems so each and every day.

Possibly.  I really don’t know.

 

And like each and every one of you, I won’t know until we move through this time and come out on the other side.

But I can tell you, I still enjoy walking on the farm with Beaglie, sometimes Terry and Mindy.  But always with Boomer

I love the long shadows the clean and silver moon-light throws behind the bushes, the trees, and the equipment

The movement of the clouds tangling with the moonlight, covering the moon

Silvering light which lights up the world

Making the world seem as if we are sailing closer to the moon each and every night

Growing larger, then grower smaller.

Each day a marvelous gift to you and me.

I pray that your God is with you, I thank my God for all my blessings!

Amen.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

After the Heavy Rain of Gray Skies Swept Away—-Monday, March 16, 2020

There in that wonderous blue sky

I saw rainbows filling the slightly green earth with hope

Lighting the sky with the glow of a luminous gift

Blotting out the cold rain.

That evening the circle around the moon

Promised there were still moisture crystals in the air.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Under the Lash of a March Rain —- Sunday, March 15, 2020

The trees are showing glorious signs of starting to bud out

Even though the air was dripping, wet, and ever so cold Friday

The trees gave off such a beautiful sigh of joy

Who cares that the earth became sodden

There is a hint of spring and summer out there in the fields

Tender little shoots

which need the life-giving moisture.

The road looks nice.  Although, it will settle over-time.  Right now a person would not know we had it torn up just a few days ago.

And, even though you stand in the heart of the field, once more, you would never know a tile line runs under it and was dug up and repaired not so long ago.

Of course, those spots will settle and be a wee bit of problem this first year, but by next year the scar will be healed.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda