Dawn is a slowly growing experience. Always. But more so in the dead of winter
The air actually starts to feel like it is growing lighter, like ripples akin to a stream
The dark of the night leaving, the color of the day creeping upward
Small slivers of pink glide across the horizon
Until the night shadows retreat; color breaking forth to light our active days
The game camera caught me while out taking photos of that amazing beginning of a short winter day.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
On a very cold day, with snow starting to fall
I sat down to my computer to start my morning computer work
(See the moon between the frozen branches of the Forsythia bush? 🙂 )
There in my in-box was a beautiful gift of warmth and green lush grass and four darling
eyes looking around their glittering island home, of Marco Island, Florida.
A huge wonderful gift from Wayne and Carolyn Maxwell, Terry’s sister and brother-in-law (enjoying warm air and sunshine, ocean sunsets in their amazing winter home.)
Thank you so very much!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Chapter Five
Geez, traveling with Boomer is ever so booooooooring! Boring! I mused as I left Boomer trailing behind Mom with a determined look on his face.
Winter is long, the days are long, the nights are horribly long; all I want to do is get out of the house and explore.
Hum…no one has been here. I don’t even see a raccoon footprint.
Let me see that wild cat hasn’t been by the yard for a long time. I wonder if all the cows chased him away. I think I take a little peek in the canal—sometimes I can catch that mean, wild, thing trying to slip onto the farm and grab some of the mice who hang out by the barn.
Nope, no strange cat prints.
I think I am going to head to the Cross-Over ditch. It’s rather dull here. There are lots of things to see and do way up to the ditch.
Let’s see; let me count the ways:
(I have a feeling the pipes are closed off. It seems Dad does that before the snow comes. —But I will go look anyway)
Okay, before I go, let me head over to the woodpile. I like the woodpile. There are MICE in the woodpile. I’ll just hang out and grab a snack or two. Then head off through the corrals, past Dad working on one the buildings and be on my way to the Cross-Over pipe!
One thing I think I can say is I truly enjoy is using my camera.
It stitches together the beginning of everything, within my very ordinary day
My camera records small details,
Which seem like nothing, but are the foundation and the clouds and the air in-between
The years are flying by, we are aging now
My camera the daily recording of memories — for we never know when our souls are called.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
As the daylight fades, the animals and I try to make the best of the time left before evening, where the next sound will be only of breathing.
Later, much later, on a wee walk-about in the dark of an ice-bound night
We watched the moon illuminate the sky
Then two stars flickering beside the silver moon, in the immense dark heavens.
Blessings so greatly abound—if we just look for them. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Last fall I was bitten by a Jumping Spider—here is where I blogged about it
Nasty creature.
Anyway, I gradually healed up. Life went on.
Then a new thing occurred…teeth (not just tooth pain) but random floating moving pain and bone pain involving my teeth.
Miserable.
I found it hard to concentrate. Then I found myself only doing what was necessary because of the pain.
I went to the dentist, talked with my medical doctor…had a new filling put in, took Advil, hot packs/cold packs; you name it.
Gradually my mouth felt like it was breaking apart tiny bit by tiny bit.
Finally, it has been decided the pain is a result— a sort of residue, of the ulceration and a weird-like tissue death, from the spider bite.
The whole thing rather caused me to think way too loudly —mainly at night when trying to sleep 🙂
BUT!
At least I know now.
At least I can rest and not have my thoughts gather and disappear down a rabbit hole.
I can go forward into my new normal
Accepting the new creation in my body
Where pain didn’t exist before
It isn’t anything that I can’t live with, now that I understand it
It can’t break me. It is just the new normal.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The fog as been beautiful the last two days
So thick and dense clinging to anything it possibly can—making me feel lost in a wonderland
I love being out in it…the air so heavy it settles on my skin, hair, clothing
Gradually the sun starts to burn through the frozen frost making the corn bales look like french knots on an embroidered lacy field
It takes a while for the earth to brighten and melt, but for a short lovely time our farm and the surrounding area feels like another time
Another planet where everything is impossibly different
I love being out in frozen fog; for the peace it brings
Then it melts and scatters; leaving the blue, blue sky.
It’s all love for me…there are so many things to love—right here, right now.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I opened my email the other day to find a gift to me from Senior Hiker
The bright promise of an amazing rainbow, within the middle of a sun crested storm cloud.
WOW!
Thank you so much, Senior. Hiker! This is outstanding!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm!
Linda
Chapter Three
It wasn’t long before Mindy got tired of my checking out the safety of the farm.
“This is just plain boring, Boomer.” Mindy whined, “Cats don’t like sniffing around and checking out things, we like to MOVE!”
“Well, you better like it…there are other fur animals out there who LIKE to EAT cats! Since, I rather like you, I want to make sure it’s safe for us.
With that I took off, sniffing here and there and here and there, while Mindy sat on the fence and glared at me.
Too bad, I thought. I MUST make sure we are safe.
It was while I was sniffing here and there Mom and Dad came out.
I joyfully ran over to them wagging my tail…and I must confess…completely forgetting all about Mindy and the adventure we were going to go on.
Meanwhile—-Mindy didn’t forget.
Gathering her feet—
off she went leaving everyone behind.
We begin a new and marvelous adventure in the year 2020.
But, before we move forward, I thought I would show you an interesting little adventure we had with a log from the fireplace.
We had a log that was creating a huge problem for us, so we took it out of the fireplace, loaded it into the wheel barrel. Terry then placed it in a bucket, which I filled with water.
Topping the bucket with a lid, we decided to leave the bucket in place until the holes in the bucket drained all the water out of it.
Mindy and Boomer were fascinated by this strange object sitting the middle of the road
I enjoyed watching their interest at this odd thing in the wrong place.
The next day we dumped the log out of the can, whereby I then had charcoal. I waited until the log unfroze; took it into the woodstove, and had a long and glorious fire. A nice little gift.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 