Willow is such a cute and fun cat. He is a Norwegian Forest cat and FULL of personality!
He gives kisses on the nose to his mom and even to Boomer Beaglie Brown. (Who isn’t really sure a cat kissing him on the nose is something he should like–but he does stay still and let Willow give him kisses 🙂 )
He is such a pretty boy! Now aging, but still ever so wonderful!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The other day we had wind! So much so Romeo didn’t think much of having his mane tossed and ruffled. It was sorta funny to see him close his eyes and try to endure.
Lady’s mane doesn’t flap about! 🙂 So she didn’t care.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The look of satisfaction on this wee bird is priceless. A full tummy, a huge food bar, safety….who could ask for more?
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The Sandhill Cranes and the Canada Geese are stuffing the fields to capacity!
Beautiful large birds rustling along searching for bits of corn
The Sandhill cranes (usually) don’t seem to share the same field as the geese,
But sometimes they do.
Their beauty is wonderfully stunning!
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,
Linda
Silence. As the tension leapt like flames in a campfire.
We had a couple of fun evenings with our Grandchildren…tall youths running in swirls of pure energy and studied action
We reveled, in that buzzing hive, so loud and excited one might think the hive had been knocked down from it’s safe perch in the trees 🙂
The exhilaration of movement and jubilation bubbling very close to the surface as baskets were made or a ball taken away from the other side
Always, always these two lovely grandchildren will meet us and give us hugs; telling us ‘thank you’ for coming to watch them play.
Grandchildren….they are life’s great joys!
(Tally doesn’t have any sports right now, so she sat with us, snuggled close to Grandpa and I.)
From my world to your heart,
Linda
January’s Super Moon broke through for a short, short time
This is all I got to see….but …
It was enough!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Did you get to see anything?
We are heavily clouded here. 😦 Sigh!
But tonight as it rises again, I should at least get to see the full moon (Provided there is no clouds…..it was stunning last night, although not quite full.
This is a very interesting blog about the Moon, if you are interested!
Even so…
We (Terry, Boomer, Mindy-cat and I) will take a wee walk-about in the light of the full moon tonight—or, if its still cloudy, a walk under moon lite clouds!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Well, after the dreams from the other night, I was a tad concerned I might dream of creepy crawly things again.
But, thankfully, as my breathing and heart slowed to that spot, which takes us into the abyss of sleep
My dreams were not of unimagined possibilities to be frightened over
But patches of sun and interesting things I wanted to do.
Although, I don’t remember them this morning. I do feel refreshed and eager to tackle the day.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Last night I dreamed of spiders….lots of spiders.
Crazy big spiders, tiny tiny spiders, spiders of all shapes and sizes; spinning webs here and there and everywhere.
Spiders creep me out. I know! I know! They are an important part of the ecosystem.
But once when I was a young child my mother was bitten by a Black Widow Spider and almost died. It was a long, slow time of recovery for her—and I never forgot it.
Then several years back I was bitten by a cousin of the Brown Recluse spider, which resulted in a hole on my forearm.
I dream that I had to walk through their webs, while the spiders were spinning, climbing, hunting and even snacking on their victims.
I remember going to a drive-in movie show with my parents where the two features were THE SPIDER and the second one The Fly
I spent the whole time crouched on the floor in the back of the car.
It was a long night.
I’m so glad it’s morning and I left behind those thousands of eyes, round as marbles, in their sticky paths of silk hanging in the air….watching.
Whew!
I guess I was just way too tired when I went to sleep.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s been terribly dry. So dry there is huge talk among farmers of what the growing season might bring.
The talk is also all about what to grow. Corn prices are extremely low–due to many factors, but mostly because there is just too much corn stored —not only here– but in the whole world.
The cost of raising corn is outrageously high …the two don’t really go well together.
Still the urge to farm is there. Alive and well in the hearts of those who love the land and love to see the crops growing.
February is typically a very wet month. Typically. So, with that in mind, and the fact the earth is very dry Terry (and others) have gone out to ‘stir’ up the corn stalks. Breaking them down in the hopes we have lots of moisture very soon. The moisture will soften the chopped up bits and pieces help them dissolve; enriching the soil as they diminish.
This light disking (not a vigorous deep aggressive disking) will also stir up the fodder left over from the cows allowing those wonderful Canada Geese and Sandhill Cranes to find more nourishment when they land on the fields.
So we prepare and get ready for moisture, if not right here, hopefully in those huge,
magnificent mountains which surround us
and for which the irrigation water
comes from.
As you can see we are surrounded by mountains all rich is natural resources–which pass on down to town dwellers, people who live in subdivisions, gardeners, farmers, and ranchers. The life blood of everyone and everything —-water.
All the product of melted snow.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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