Into the Count Down — Thursday, November 11, 2021

Terry has been checking the corn…we are getting close now

15%.  Maybe next week we can start.

The Elevator only takes it at 14% or below.

Keep your fingers crossed!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

As the Night Descended—- Wednesday, November 10, 2021

A weird cloud moved over the moon

As a thousand stars showered the Earth

From my world to your heart,

LInda

 

Magic Whispers on the Land — Tuesday, November 9, 2021

Magic to me is the ordinary to others

The familiar, but marvelous all wrapped up as one.

To me, it is that sweet quick whisper of seeing one of those little creatures who share the farm with us.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Water—The Voice of the Land, Monday, November 8, 2021

It’s that time of year (again) when all the canals are turned off

Allowing the reservoirs and lakes to start filling again

It’s a lovely but (for me) a tad sad

For that means winter is looming

Still, I gather at the fences and allow the joyful tinkling of the life-giving water

Lifting  the energy of my mind,

my spirit and soul.

A marvelous sensation, akin to the beating of God(s) heart!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Land Speaks with Many Voices — Sunday, November 7, 2021

 

We are in the waning days of Autumn now,

Beautiful days full of Loud Joyful Expressions

Compared to the soft kind pronouncements of Spring

Each day the music of Fall sings to me;

Filling our dreams with songs of falling leaves

The voice of the God(s)

Gifting us with beautifully adorned trinkets of colors and lights

The daily small treasures of Autumn.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

Life at Eleven Months Old—Chapter Five, I Am Not a Fan of Rain Days, November 5, 2021

It rained.

Sure, did put a crimp in my style.

I tried to go out and cruise around the farm

But it was just too wet.

You have to know if it’s raining: I get wet

If it’s raining the weeds get wet

So, I get even wetter!

I have a hard time being inside. I go STIR CRAZY.  That’s what Mom says.

When I’m stirring crazy, I climb the drapes and sharped my claws on the furniture, and I run as fast as my legs will carry me all over the house.

In a frenzy.

So, Mom, says…” Okay, TLC Cai-Cai, you can go outside, but it IS wet.”

Mom opens the door and I Dash out.  Wet or not I’m going OUTSIDE!

Just so you know…I have figured out a place to stay if it is too WET….

I stay in the hen house, while the hens go out and scratch around in their pen.

Works for me.

And sometimes I can catch a mouse in there.

TLC CAI-CAI

 

 

When the World is Full of All Things Possible — Thursday, November 4, 2021

Just before the sun comes up

When the sky is grey and the earth still black

Or when a lovely, wet grey cloud sits down on the land

I can feel the God(s) at work, walking among us

Then as the sun starts arriving–the magic grows stronger and stronger

The first shafts of light trim the horizon; the very air starts singing with the ancient songs of Earth, Wind, and Sky.

My heart, my mind, my soul lifts my personal melody of joy blending into the tingling vibrations surrounding everything.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

The Rain Drops Dance Within the Air —- Wednesday, November 3, 2021

Although,

the tops of the corn look very battered from all the blustering

Sounds on the farm are muffled

Rain!

Beautiful.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A Wee Celebration — Tuesday, November 2, 2021

Thank you, one and all, for being my blog readers!

I’ve been writing this tiny little blog since 2007.  I have enjoyed every minute of it.

Getting to know you, reading and answering your comments, sharing just a little bit about farm life on our farm in the western part of Colorado.

I do appreciate you and Thank you.

From my heart to your heart,

Linda

 

The Dense Vibrant Colors Shiver and Wave in the Wind — Monday, November 1, 2021

Everywhere  the color of Autumn wraps around us

The yellow, gold, and orange leaves rustle in the wind

The boughs swaying and creaking gently against each other

Murmuring whispers of Good Night, Sweet Dreams

The Owls hoot sleepily as they wake in the treetops,

Love You, Precious Ones…it’s time for rest now.

From my world to your heart,

Linda