Corn Bales—-Thursday, November 30, 2017

Posted on November 30, 2017 by Dayphoto

Our neighbor is shredding up the corn stalks—dust is flying and food is being prepared for cows

It’s a win-win on many levels. The land owner doesn’t want cows on the land…he says they damage too much stuff

The farmer, who rents the land, would like to clear up the stalks in some form…either with grazing off the old corn or burning.

The ranchers, who like to have their cows fatten up on last years leaven’s, now gets a chance to have the corn — only in huge bales.

It’s a nice solution for all…the farmer gets the crop cleared off, the land owner doesn’t have to have cows on his land, and the rancher gets the corn stalks without having to trail his cows to the farm ground.

AND the field isn’t burned! YAY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Dancing in Sunrays—Wednesday, November, 29, 2017

Posted on November 29, 2017 by Dayphoto

The amazing sky—never empty–nor a void either

Never a void, scudding clouds make the last rays of sunshine a page out of a coloring book

Walking in vibrantly stained air is sometimes like walking in a molten shower of color

And honestly…not only does it make my heart sing; my soul seems alive!

My eyes delight in the brilliantly painted skies, which fling shadows shaded in blacks and grays

I hope you are (also) able to wander outside and capture the sun within the beats of your heart!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Stillness—Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Posted on November 28, 2017 by Dayphoto

We have a quarter of a moon right now…casting moonshadows through clouds scudding across the dark glittering surface called Sky

The fox kit looks very grown…the night camera caught him alert and watchful—listening in the quiet crisp air–he or she is very beautiful, I do believe

As the clouds crossed the moon he slunk away

Joined by his Mom…or a mate, I am not sure. (the tiny dots of lights are over the hill from us—are houses.)

Stillness clung to the earth as the sun started to rise

The day has begun

Still a little gift…while loading firewood the buck who likes to live behind the Tilehouse lifted himself up out of the canal just a few feet away from me traveling quickly down the corral road and into the back corn field.

Thankfully I was there and got to see him.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Yesterday’s Wind, Memories in Sunlight—Monday, November 27, 2017

Posted on November 27, 2017 by Dayphoto

We are lucky, in this day and age of digital cameras, computers, and instantly being able to see what was ‘there’ just a short while back.

Wisps of shadows in the late fall sunshine,

Of the barely audible murmur of childhood growing up.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A Thousand Tiny Bits of Everyday Dreams—-Sunday, November 26, 2017

Posted on November 26, 2017 by Dayphoto

One evening this week the sun slid behind the Uncompahgre Plateau painting the sky over Grand Mesa shades of apricot and peach

While Boomer, Romeo, and I took a wee walk

to take Romey back to his barn (I left Mindy in the house toasting by the wood stove.)

Gradually the shadows blanketed the farm and the air started to crisp

On the way back I heard my named whispered faintly in the wind, calling me…calling me

I thought about that…hearing my name in the wind— finally deciding it really wasn’t a very lonely sound, or something to shatter a heart.

Boomer and I walked home in the evening’s silver puffs of air me thinking how much I love this earth we call home.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— My Week

Posted on November 24, 2017 by Dayphoto

First off…TALLY CAME!!! Tally always hugs and loves on me THE BEST!

Tally also had a first…Dad announced she was now old enough to drive the four-wheeler BY HERSELF! She was really proud of that moment. She drove here and there and wherever Dad said she could go!! Not all the time, but when Dad said she could!

One day we all were up at the Upper End when Mom spotted the biggest news at the Upper End (and the Biggest News of the WHOLE week)!

Something killed and ate a HAWK!!! Feather’s everywhere.

Later on in the afternoon Tally took a bike ride and we went way back up there to check out the feathers, and the news…you KNOW I love gathering the news!

Tally took three feathers — two for her and one for Grammy. Grammy likes to find feathers she puts them in a special place. When Mom/Grammy finds a feather she always thinks it’s a gift from the bird to Mom/Grammy.

Anyway, as Tally was gathering feathers she JUMPED back and gave a start I came over to see what happened… “There’s a foot/claw in there, Boomie” she said. “Whoever ate this hawk forgot to eat one foot.” I saw Tally shudder. Humm…wonder why she shuddered.

Then she put the three feathers in her ponytail and we headed back.

The next morning Grandpa and Tally went for a very early four-wheeler ride and they saw a GREAT! BIG! BIRD! Sitting in a tree close to the place where the hawk was dinner. Grandpa/Dad wasn’t real sure what the bird was, but Tally thought it looked like a Golden Eagle…Grandpa/Dad said that was very possible since we have them around here.

Mom, Tally, Dad, and I saw the buck who is living close by. He lost the battle of the Back Forty to a younger buck (Dad saw them battling); he mopped his way down here and has been sluppling around in a depression ever since. Mom says he is beautiful but she isn’t sure she likes him hanging around in her yard. (Although, I did see Mom take out two pumpkins, smash them, and pull them open for the buck to eat….just say’n.)

Oh…to be fair Mom did put the pumpkins in the corn field, not on her lawn.

We went to town one day TO MY STORE!!! But Mom wouldn’t let me get out this time…she said Dad was just running in for a minute (more like FOREVER) and we were waiting in the truck.

I pouted…that’s MY STORE! The only store in the whole wide town I get to go in and smell TOWN things. Grump, grump!

Then it was time for my little buddie to leave. Sigh…sure was sad to see her drive off.

I took myself to my bed and just laid there forever feeling so sad….

Mom came to me and said she and Dad were going for a walk…do I want to come or continue laying on my bed.

I sat up and looked at her….WALK!

You bet I’m ready for walk!

Well, that’s my week…lots of ups and downs. But when it comes time for a walk…I AM YOUR DOG!

Boomer

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!—-Thursday, November 23, 2017

Posted on November 23, 2017 by Dayphoto

“There are four unbroken rules when it comes to Thanksgiving: there must be turkey and dressing, cranberries, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie.”–John Hadamuskin

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!!

From my world to yours,

Linda

Each Day Brings It’s Own Gifts—Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Posted on November 22, 2017 by Dayphoto

“Each day comes bearing its own gifts. Untie the ribbons.”–Ruth Ann Schabacker

Tally came. We got to have her for three days and two nights

The time went fast for Grandpa and I…

I’m sure, what we saw as shimmering motes of time; specks dancing in the light, passing faster than a heartbeat–

Probably had long-drawn-out-moments for her

But for us…each second seemed to shimmer in the air

Grandchildren are that place in your heart where flowers grow and journeys are short–
They color you heart in shades of color you never knew existed.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Two Gifts…NO! Wait! Three Gifts—-Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Posted on November 21, 2017 by Dayphoto

Terry and I had to go to Grand Junction last week to purchase a few items. While at Home Depot

A man was just coming back from taking his two Macaw Parrots for their daily walk, through the building then a wee trip around the parking lot

It was so much fun meeting these very tame birds. Neither one is tethered to the walker, they sit calmly talking loudly to everyone about everything they see. Then after the wee walk about…they get to go to Sonic and have a CORN DOG!!! Oh! MY! the delight in their little voices when their Dad asked them if they were ready to go to SONIC!!

I enjoyed getting to meet these birds and their human.