My Beloved Maternal Grandmother —- Thursday, May 23, 2019

Posted on May 23, 2019 by Dayphoto

My brother and I were most blessed to live ‘just up the orchard’ from our maternal grandparents, Bill and Ruth/ Granddad, and Grammy.

Our paternal grandmother just lived a mile up the road from us in the little village/town called Eckert.

But today, this is a story about my sweet, kind, gentle grandmother, Ruth Love (Wootton) Thomas.

She was a fantastic southern cook, loved to tell us stories, was a teacher of education to children in the First through Third grades and at one point the postmistress of their little town in New Mexico.

My brother and I could spend as much time as we wanted at their house, as long as we walked (we ran, just say’n) through the orchard and let Mom know we were going and then let Gram know when we were heading back home.

Life was simple then.

Over time, after Granddad passed on; Grammy’s mind deteriorated into a form of dementia, of which we never really learned the medical name.

It was hard and sad to see her become a totally different person than who she had been — she became suspicious, fanciful, full of anger and delusional.

One afternoon, when I was visiting with her, she told me that she had now become the Velveteen Rabbit. It was a very sad and poignant moment. It broke my heart. My heart broke even more when she reached over and patted me on the knee.

“No matter what,” she said with a sly little smile, “I am still real.” I held her hand and agreed.

For some reason, she has been weighing heavy on my mind– these last few days.

I can see her as she was when I was a child, who she was when I had my children, and then what the horrible disease, which turned her into a whole other person, just before she died.

Then last night I dreamed I was her the day she stepped out the shell of her body and went to the other side.

I dreamed Granddad/ Will was there, waiting to give me (Grammy) a gentle tug on my hand to lift me up to him.

He made my heart sing, Will always made my heart sing.

I turned to Will…. “It’s been hard, Dear One,” I told him. “I had a highly functioning brain then the rug was pulled out from me. The fall has been long and terrifying.”

“I know, My Sweet Thing, I know.” He smiled. “Here take my hand”, he offered.

So I did.

Ruth Love Wotton Thomas

June 1, 1902—March 22, 1999

In the Long Soft Light of the Heavens — Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Posted on May 22, 2019 by Dayphoto

We are going on with more and more rain, snow in the high country, and

And a chill the little summer birds are not used to experiencing

Although my yard and flowers are rather enjoying their new fate of cool,

(cold) wet rainy days and nights

As for me, my heart yearns for sunshine

Still, I must marvel at the amazing beauty of the very wet earth

And the sun on the snow-covered mountains

Each day is still a marvel. More than a deceptive dream as some would argue,

but a true gift from the God(s)

Valerie (a dearest and wonderful friend) sent me one of her favorite poems by the Sufi poet Kabir…

O servant, where dost thou seek Me?

Lo! I am beside thee.
I am neither in temple nor in mosque: I am neither in Kaaba nor
in Kailash:
Neither am I in rites and ceremonies, nor in Yoga and
renunciation.
If thou art a true seeker, thou shalt at once see Me: thou shalt meet Me in a moment of time.

And at the end of this lovely poem, Valerie wrote: “I treasure those lovely words and thoughts”…

As do I.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A Quiet Type of Joy —- Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Posted on May 21, 2019 by Dayphoto

If I were a poet I would write of the extraordinary

Of friendships, and gentle happiness

And uncommon little peeks into wee bits of life.

If I were a poet.

(¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸¸.•¨¯`•.•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•…

┊　　┊　　☆

┊　　★

☆

♫

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Be Open to Your God —- Monday, May 20, 2019

Posted on May 20, 2019 by Dayphoto

Every minute, every moment, every second of your life

Be open to your God,

If you are open your God will be there.

You will always receive an answer

Even answers you don’t want to receive

But if you never ask for an answer

or look to see if your God is with you

Then the God(s) cannot answer you, lead you, or be there for you

But, O! My!

When your God(s) answers

It is so wonderful and terrifying

(Rainbow a gift from my daughter Shannon to me, and now to you)

It is like having wings lift you up into Glory!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Moment Magic Happens — Sunday, May 19, 2019

Posted on May 19, 2019 by Dayphoto

Boomer and I went searching for the Blue Moon, the Flower Moon, the Full Moon of May

We saw it flitting in an out of the wind-driven clouds, splashing silver moonlight

Here and there.

Until the clouds receded and only the clear sky remained.

No Blue Moon for us, but still an amazing sight of the lapped and covered moon.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A Year of Fruit, It Seems—-Thursday, May 16, 2019

Posted on May 16, 2019 by Dayphoto

We have apricots shadowing there on the branches of the apricot trees

Lots and lots of apricots. My work now is to thin them, then to hope for more to drop in June (called the June drop) so the remaining apricots are big and lush.

There are so many I am not sure if I can get them thinned properly. We have four trees, plus a slew of wild ones. I will not do anything to the wild ones, the animals take care of those fruits.

In the Sour Cherry trees, we see masses of glittering little green globes

Which will ripen close to the 4th of July; cherry pie in the making! 🙂 Unless, of course, the Robins and other birds get them first. 🙂

We also have pears, apples, prunes, and wild plums all in need of thinning (and my hope that the June drop thins more)

This year is shaping up to be a brilliant fruit year!

I also am enjoying this new area of lawn…taking out that huge flower bed has reduced my weeding and watering time greatly!

I found a Heart!!!

Right there in there in the yard, just waiting for me!

O! The Joy!

I ran and got the camera, took a photo of the heart and the weeds just to show you!

Then I picked up the rock heart. Gave Thanks to the earth, the rock, and the Universe than brought it in to rest on my window ledge by the kitchen sink!

From my world to your heart,

Linda