Dixie’s Birthday—Wednesday, February 1, 2017

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Dixie (the darling little girl with the bottom of her soles facing us) was my best friend all of my life.  From the time we were born.

Judy is one year older than us, (Judy has her hand up) and is Dixie’s sister.  It seems that Judy is always there to pick up the pieces and glue all of us back together.

Dixie always told us (Judy and I) , the first voice she recognized was Judy’s.  For she could remember hearing it from the beginning of all time.

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She was a tiny, vivacious, extremely funny and a very intelligent redhead.  (I’m in the plaid and she is the white dress)

We had good times and bad times, wonderful fun times and some miserable fights.  But no matter what, we were always friends through everything.

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I am holding the cat; she is holding the cat’s paw.

We lost her over 20 years ago to cancer.  There isn’t a day that goes that I don’t think of her.  To see her in my photos makes me smile, although my heart is stricken.

Happy Birthday, My wonderful friend of my heart.  Although you are not here, I know you are not truly gone.

From my heart always,

Linda

A Birthday Present from Canada to Me — Tuesday, January, 31, 2017

sammy-samLinda Pierson from Just Another Day on the Prairie did a watercolor of Sammy Sam and sent it to me for my birthday!  What a thoughtful present!

Thank you so much, Linda

Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,

Linda

The Sandhill Cranes —- Monday, January 30, 2017

Marianne from Northview Diary asked me for a photo of the lovely Sandhill Cranes who winter around here.

So for your viewing pleasure

watch-meI bring to you a wee series of

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Of those beautiful

dance-of-the-cranesDancing Birds!

crane-danceYour friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Routine of My Life is Part of My Daily Contentment—-Sunday, January 29, 2017

woodAlthough the winter hours are snail-like in progress moving ever so slowly toward the uplifting time of Spring.

weedMy days are still full of wonder and joy.  From the tiny shadows of the dried out, but still standing weeds,

geeseTo a lone Canadian goose

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feather laying in wait for me to find it.

field-and-san-juansAnd always, always that wonder of the sun shining on the mountains;  (This mountain range is the San Juan Mountain range) surrounding our farm.

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And those oldest of sundials— shadows—horizontal, vertical, then horizontal again, in the shifting light.

black-canyonAs the light begins to die, burning color upon the land, fading moment by moment into ashes of gray. My heart lifts in song.

straight-aheadI hope I am always here.  Living out my last days… right here, on this little farm.

For you see….I truly love my life.

From my world to your heart.

Linda

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-Houston

houston-comes-to-visitHouston came for a visit!  I didn’t know she was back from Alamosa, Colorado…but she WAS!

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She ran all the way across the muddy fields to see ME!

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After we played and wrestled and had a great Time!

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Shannon and Romeo came up to see us.

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Then I went back with Houston and we played and played with Shannon’s dogs  and Romeo and Willow cat.

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Then it was time for me to go home.

I begged and begged Mom to spend the night.  Or let Houston stay with us.  But Houston’s Dad was getting ready to head back to Alamosa, so we had to say good-bye!

I whined and whined when she drove away.

Mom says Houston will be back again soon.

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Okay…until then I can always play with Rocky!

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And Etta! Here she is dressed as a tick.    Etta is a hunting dog.

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Oh, and Black Beauty Princess Dog. (who is just a sweet dog)

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Shilo doesn’t play much.  Shilo is always business.  She is the head hunting dog.

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Boomer

 

In Spite of it All—Thursday, January 26, 2017

out-for-a-walkEven if the ground is too muddy to go for a four-wheeler ride Terry and Boomer and I always go for a walk.  If Min-Min cat is outside she is tagging along also.

crookedNow if the wind blows and turns the world all crooked.

We stay inside!  🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

When the Weather Outside is Frightful—-Wednesday, January 25, 2017

windAnd you and your husband are bored….

chicken-pot-pieA chicken pot pie helps!  (Plus company to share it with)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Smallest Things Take Up the Most Room—-Tuesday, January 24, 2017

“Sometimes,” said Pooh, “the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.”–A.A. Milne

blades-game-007Because of terrible weather and bad driving conditions, we have not been able to attend many of our grandson’s basketball games.

blades-game-008But yesterday (bad weather and all) we looked at each other and said: “Let’s Go!”  So off we went to Carbondale, Colorado, where the Parachute Cardinals (we are the Cardinals) took on the Rams for a very exciting over-time, buzzer ending basketball game.

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As Pooh says:  “the smallest things do take up the most room in our hearts!”

blades-game-010From our world to your heart!

Linda

That Lovely Wild Shifting Light—Monday, January 23, 2017

getting-ready-to-split-woodAlthough we have storms, and melt, and wind, and rain….the outside work still goes on.

gatheringThe transient cool morning air, bright as crystal’s some mornings

homeFrigid, shadowed and mysterious at night

mudThe rain streaming through thick and gray clouds changes the earth from white to deep dark brown.

blue-skiesThen the glow of chilly blue skies filled our minds with sunshine

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Until a breeze, more like wind,

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comes up and whirls the falling snow into a twirling madness

stormThen the light is gray and secretive.  Filling our world with silence.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Enter the Sun —- Sunday, January 22, 2017

snowAfter a brief dusting of snow

melted-snowWe melted!  Adding too the already mud and slop.

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Then the rains came!  Popping up bubbles in the huge puddles.  Fun little bubbles, as if the earth was adding some humor into all the moisture.

sunbeams-003Then this morning we woke up to fleeing clouds

sunbeams-001And sunlight over the land

As I write this the sky is  clear, the sun bright, and there is beauty all around!

From my world to your heart!

Linda