The Whispers from our Earth—The Essence of the Sky, Thursday, June 5, 2025

There upon the earth the birds dance in the air, and sing in the trees

They send us a strength that fills our hearts with love

The lacy of their wings fills our memories

Then lift our imagination to rise above our everyday thoughts

The sunlight tips those fragile but powerful wings so delightfully that the air seems to shiver

Even the magnificent but deadly

Lifts up wonder—leaving behind that groan of drudgery we sometimes feel

Courtships whispers everywhere

In land and in the air.

Beauty whispers from the magic of our world.

Sings to us everywhere!

(Tiny quail—male on the branch keeping a lookout…females searching for bugs)

We are so blessed—you and I—truly.

Cynefin (n): A place that feels like home

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Good MORNING!!! Time To Rise AND SHINE!—-Wednesday, June 4, 2025

5:00 o’clock in the Morning.  Time’s a’waste’n!

Interstice (n): A space or time between things.

🙂  🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

IT IS THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN!!!—-Tuesday, June 3, 2025

First Haying of the Year!

Oenomel (n): Something combining strength with sweetness

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

We Took a Wee Trip—Just a Tiny One, Monday, June 2, 2025

On Sunday, we decided to do some more traveling.

We turned onto the Canna Creek Road, just before Whitewater, Colorado,

Then traveled up the Land’s End Road to the Reeder Mesa turn-off

What a treat!

Lots of building going on up there, BUT

Like I showed you earlier, this Pronghorn ran alongside us for a goodly little way.  It was

acting like he/she was looking for its herd.

Then we entered Whitewater, Colorado, and drove to Grand Junction to eat ribs at Texas Roadhouse.

Back home before the heat built up into sweltering.

A good day for sure!

Fernweh (n): An ache for distant places; a craving for travel.

Your friend  on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

Cemeteries—I Find Them Beautiful and Peaceful, Sunday, June 1, 2025

Our youngest granddaughter drove us to decorate the graves…

Like me, she is very interested in who these people are that we choose to remember

(She said she would take over my Genealogy research when I’m gone.  Which is so nice to know that all that time and money and the people found, won’t be lost.)

Afterwards, we had a practice photo shoot for her Senior pictures

Gosh, time is flying.

Taphophile: (n)—An individual who has a passion for and enjoyment of cemeteries.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

Chapter Three Boo Berry Tells a Story— Friday, May 30, 2025

Well, I figured out adulthood.  I became an adult—very soon after I was moved to that hidden pen.

Yep—babies became part of my life.

I loved those little sweet squirming babies.

But I didn’t get to have them for long. As soon as they hit their 8th week zipp, they were placed in a pen next to me.

I sang calming songs to them, like Momma did for us.

Soon, I repeated the whole process all over again, and again and again.

Then one day, the lady showed up with a man.  The woman said that I was for sale!

“FOR SALE!!!!”  She was getting rid of me!!!!

The man reached down and picked me up.  Held me close to his heart, and I felt Peace!

Wow!

I really like my new ‘owner.’  He was good to me, gave me a bath once a month, and let me exercise in the sun, which was a tiny distance from my new pen.

Of course, I still had my ADULT duties of having and raising puppies.

Then one day…actually, night,  the puppies and I almost ran over the rainbow bridge together.

It took me a long time to recover from all that.

After I got well, my man owner came into the pen.  He was wonderful, he talked to me and to everyone else in the pens all the time.  Telling us good things about ourselves, telling us things about each other. You know nice stuff.

Anyway, in he came.  Picked me up.  Gave me a kiss on the nose and said:  “Today is a big day for you, Boo.”  He called me Boo, even though my full name is Boo Berry Betty and the lady called me Betty.

“Today, you are going to take a bath, get all cleaned up, because today you are going to live with a family.  No more adulting for you.  Last time was just too much.  I’ve found a wonderful family who will love and keep you, and you can learn to be a farm dog.”

Farm dog?  What’s a farm dog, I thought.

Anyway, I had a bath, toenails clipped, and a nice brush.  I felt so good.  My owner always gave us really nice baths.

Then this lady showed up in the doorway.  I didn’t pay attention, because people were always coming and going — leaving with puppies.

My owner picked me up.  Handed me to MOM and gave Mom my papers (whatever those are), then walked with Mom and me to the car.

“Thank you, Alan, Mom said.  I promise she will have a wonderful life with us and get to do lots of fun things.  No more ‘work’ Boo Berry.”

With that, we drove to my new life!

A Wee Glimpse into a Pheasants’ Life — Thursday, May 29, 2025

“MARTHA!!!! MARTHA!!! WHERE ARE YOU!”

“Coming, DEAR, Coming!  I was just searching for bugs over here.”

Yutori (Japanese): To intentionally slow down to simply be, breathe, listen, and appreciate the beauty of nature and life. 

Consciously creating space to relax, reflect, and integrate rather than being constantly busy or rushed.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Look for the Good, So You Can be Blessed with More, Wednesday, May 28, 2025

Sometimes I struggle.  Just a little, but still—-

That mild depression I talked about a few days ago—

But you know something?—

All I have to do is look around,

And see the many blessings,

Gifts, hugs, and love the earth, the sky, the very air I breath gives to me

Not to fail to mention, all your well wishes and lovely comments

To know I have nothing to be depressed about.

Life is good—always.  We just have to ‘see’ to understand.

Meraki (v): To do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself into your work.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

 

A Sad but Uplifting Email from a Long Time Reader/Good Friend, Tuesday, May 27, 2025

Genevieve wrote me three days ago this very sad, but beautiful email:

Hi Linda,

I will sadly be reading and commenting on your blog all alone from now on. Cupcake has crossed the rainbow bridge after a stunning 18 1/2 years of sparkling life. As you can well imagine, things are pretty dark and sad around here right now.I sent my girl off with instructions to find and kiss our old friends up there and to send me a new good-girl down here. There’s too much love left over for her, so I need a new dog to catch the overflow.

I’ll be back as soon as I figure out who I am without her. But I didn’t want you to worry in the meantime. I’m adding the double rainbow that I saw about a week ago. I imagine Cupcake is sitting under it right now.

Love,
Genevieve

And there is the rainbow.  The bridge, Sweet Darling Cupcake, walked over.
BUT!!!!
WAIT!!!
THERE IS MORE!!!!
Cupcake came through for me! This is Delilah. Chihuahua/Dachshund mix, 11 pounds, a little over a year old. She’s from Georgia, like Cupcake. Already had puppies, like Cupcake. And as sweet as sugar, just like Cupcake. Yay! I can breathe again. 
OH! WONDERFUL!!!  Just Perfect for everyone.
Thanks to Cupcake and the rescue, and for Genevieve’s loving heart!

I am singing a song of great happiness for you and your new fur baby!

Thank you so much for sharing, Genevieve!
Wayfinder (noun/ wa finder): A deeply intuitive person who has the courage to navigate through the chaos and confusion of darkness and division. who refuses to accept the dysfunction of the status quo, and who devotes their life to exploring a more joyful, harmonious, cooperative, creative, and sustainable existence on Earth. 
From my world to each of your hearts!
Linda

 

I’m in Heaven—Heaven — Monday, May 26, 2025

I love it when the song birds return

They come when the air pressures change

And the wind warms up

Their return always feels like a huge and sacred connection

Between the Great Spirit(s) of the Universe and Us.

A most sacred experience for all.

Caim (kyem) noun: Sanctuary; an invisible circle of protection, drawn around the body with the hand, to remind one of being safe and loved, even in the darkest times.  [Scots Gaelic]

From my world to your heart,

Linda