Some paths are hard to walk
Some paths easy
All you can do is walk down the path until you come to the end.
Then at that point, you understand the path and your feet upon it.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Summer is the season HOT! HOTTER! HOTTEST!
Pant! Pant!
Spring is pretty—I guess. It does have wind, but still, it is cool enough I don’t pant.
Summer starts sometime in May or June. Depends on what the weather wants to do.
Another sure fact is Mom gets out the lawnmower and
SCARES THE HECK out of me.
I hide in the trees so that big machine won’t get me.
Anyway, for this tiny series, I will talk to you about SUMMER!
Hang on! I’m sure you are going to be just like me and be HOT!
(Oh, by the way, Mom LOVES Summer.
Mom IS crazy like I said earlier.)
TLC Cai-Cai
These are two (saved from a rooster) hens
Fuffy thinks it’s cold outside 🙂
I’ve had them for over a year now and just last week they decided it was safe to go outside.
The tall one with the long flowing comb was in the worst shape. He rode her to completely featherless with a bloody comb, and deep scratches on her back.
I have just the two of them. Their feathers are back now and they feel safe enough to go outside. For months I would leave the door open so they could go wander around; they preferred the hen house and the chicken run.
I think they were terrified there was a rooster outside waiting for them.
Then suddenly, Skitter (the tall one) went outside.
She still gets frightened easily so I only open the door for three hours in the late afternoon.
Still, we are making progress.
They feel safe, I get two eggs a day (most days) and they have the run of the hen house, the chicken run, and now wee, small adventures outdoors.
No farm is complete without a hen or two. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Help arrived!
Cliff and Kimber (our son-in-law and daughter)
Came to help Terry and I start the other side of the roof.
It’s always very nice to have help!
One part of the re-roofing done!
YAY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Look for the joy!
From TLC Cai-Cai and Myself—to your heart!
Linda
Yes! It! Does! All the Time! WIND!
It starts around the last week of February or the first week in March. And it doesn’t stop blowing.
Oh. That maybe a bit of a stretch, but, I think you get it.
Mom is silly. She likes the wind. Well, most wind.
She doesn’t like the kind of wind that picks up buildings and flings them here and there.
But she does like the kind of wind that lifts her hair off her head and flinging it everywhichwayandup.
Mom is crazy.
Just say’n.
TLC Cai-Cai
That wonderful force pulling your heart
Spilling life into eternity
God always gives us Home, if you just listen.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Well, as you found out I am talking to you about our weather. For now, in this post, we have now moved to Spring (although, it IS NOT Spring right now. Just for this wee report on the weather here on the farm)
Spring weather is busy weather. Always. That is why I told you about all the ‘work’ on the farm…work is a type of weather, you see. All that tooing and froing brings a sorta wind to everything.
Spring brings all the songbirds back so that (yum, slurp, lick) the whole world sounds like BIRDS!
Also, it’s time to say goodbye to those BIG birds. They rise up one day and point south in a huge arrow, call GOOD-BYE to Mom. Mom waves goodbye to them; throws a kiss, tells them safe journey, and come back again. The farm is always waiting for them.
And they are —- gone!
But for REAL Spring weather we turn to RAIN!
Good ole make your fur so wet it takes three hours of constant licking to ever get dry again.
Mom pets me and tells me…rain is good, TLC Cai-Cai, it cleans the earth, washes everything new, and helps all the plants grow and turn green.
Mom doesn’t understand how TIRED my tongue gets.
Just say’n.
TLC Cai-Cai
The whisper of the possible sun starts lighting the sky around 6:30 in the morning
With the sun breaking through the mountains around 7:10 or so.
The joy of MORE DAYLIGHT!!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
“Some of us don’t want to be tough alpha leaders. Some of us just want to write and wander the garden and breathe in the sky and nourish and nurture and quietly create new pathways and live our lives as our art. To know the earth as poetry.” — Victoria Erickson, Author, Rhythms and Roads
From my heart to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 