“The voyage of discovery consists not of seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.”–Marcel Proust
I have a snake (water snake) who lives in the hen house with the hens. Randomly we (snake and I) scare each other.
Why would you tolerate a snake in the hen house, you ask?
This is why.
Snakes love to eat mice!
Way to go, Snake!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
There in the air
So heavy
One would think it could never fly
Yet there it is…flying high in the sky
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Before the rain
That thing called WIND
stirred everything up
Spread the top of the soil
Here and there
And
Everywhere!
After the rain…the ending of a RAINBOW!!!
YAY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Hello!
A wee, but perfect, little snack bar
OH! Sharing with a Robin
Here, try this little bit I plucked out of the tray just for you—something light, bright, and oh, so sweet. 🙂
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The corn is tasselling
The baby ears are forming
Summer, laughing softly, as time slowly slips toward Fall.
The song of Corn,
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Another thing you need to pay attention to is the BIG, LOUD, STUFF!
Like the tractors
Corn choppers
Hay Swather
The baler
Old trucks
Mom and Dad’s four-wheelers,
The pick-ups
Mom’s Car
The Lawnmower,
All those things can KILL you! Smash you flatter than a smashed miller.
When you hear one start-up or
one coming into the farmyard
RUN!
Your life depends on it!
Mindy Lou-Sue, or as Mom calls me, Min-Min
Sometimes I think to myself, that the Old Gods
Those awe-inspiring Gods of long-long-long ago
Are still here among us
Only we have different names for them now. (Like nature, wind, rain, etc.)
They are still here, flying with the birds in the air
Singing to our hearts and minds and souls in the morning
And in the evening.
They are in the sunlight,
And glittering off the tiny wings of Humming Birds
They gather in the most unlikely of places
They bring together the edges
Lifting up our hearts
When our hearts have tripped, or fallen slightly, or leaned a little too far here or there
Then the old Gods rebalance everything, even us.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
While out-and-about
I saw a coyote (from a distance) hanging out where the swather had been sitting and where the squirrels were playing.
He/she was sporting the Summer-fur look.
POUNCE!
A quick dash off.
Sigh!
I drove the four-wheeler over to the spot, to save the rest of the surry of squirrels, at least for a short while.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
This is so exciting!
A family of squirrels fell in love with the swather.
Their very own playground (for a spell, at least).
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Terry cut the third field of alfalfa…
Now we wait for it to dry.
Even though this field is just cut…it has been sold.
Life on a Colorado Farm 