Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Seven, Friday, August 7, 2020

Posted on August 7, 2020 by Dayphoto

Chapter Seven

This time MOM KNOWS!!!

The little bird…the one trapped in Dad’s pick-up grill, the one Mom saved and kept calm and gave it food and water and helped it hide…

THAT ONE!

Flew away this morning, while Mom was freshening up the water and cleaning the food tray!

YAY! Mom and I LAUGHED OUT LOUD! Then Mom told the little bird good-bye; “Come see us again. We are so glad you got well.”

This time MOM KNOWS!

And Mindy Kit-Kat Brown

Doesn’t!

Which is a very good thing…cats and fluttering birds NEVER mix!

Hee Hee, snort, chuckle

Conjuring Magic —- Thursday, August 6, 2020

Posted on August 6, 2020 by Dayphoto

Earth ditches are a lot of work!

To move the dam (the orange thing) all the mud (the water is full of mud and it settles against the orange dam) has to be dugout; by hand, back, shovel.

Then moved down the ditch to the NEXT spot.

While we were there—Terry doing all the work and I taking photos 🙂

The girls had to come over to see just what we (Terry) were doing

Each one took a turn sniffing and running their noses on the orange dam

Then over to have a wee visit full of pets and rubs.

While working there a handsome feller rushed by

The Joys (and work) on a western Colorado farm

Where magic occurs every day. 🙂

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Gathering Momentum —- Wednesday, August 5, 2020

Posted on August 5, 2020 by Dayphoto

The crops are gathering momentum,

The corn is full, fat, and soft.

If you were to touch one of the kernels you could feel what we call ‘the dough’ a soft, fluffy feel to the kernel.

This is NOT the time to starve the corn from water…water is what makes the kernel grow and fill-up nicely.

So every day, three times a day the water is changed; moving through one field and onto another field

The first field of alfalfa is getting ready to be harvested for the third (and possibly the last) time. Maybe next week or the following week…it all depends on the bloom.

Even though, just to look at the farm, it doesn’t seem there is anything happening right now…

There is…growth and growing and preparing for the time to harvest moving forward…always moving forward.

Unseen activity but extremely busy anyway.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Heat Shimmers Across our Land —- Tuesday, August 4, 2020

Posted on August 4, 2020 by Dayphoto

The heat has risen to over 100* for the last few days, 102*, 103*f (37.77c) sometimes with wind; a hot wind, sometimes not. Just hot still air. (I am NOT complaining, for I LOVE SUMMER!)

It’s hard to keep things wet, but so far we are doing okay.

The really bad thing about this weather

Are the wildfires.

Never ever a good thing

Ever!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Moon, a Thing of Staggering Beauty—Monday, August 3, 2020

Posted on August 3, 2020 by Dayphoto

Boomer doesn’t always like to go with me anymore

Long walks are now out of the question

Most of the time he will go with me on the four-wheeler, but not always

He always goes with he has company. He tries very hard to be part of their play

But last evening he wanted to go for a wee walkabout

So we did

Not going far

Just down the lane, past the equipment

Where the moon shown down on us,

A little dog, a little kitty and I

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A Wee Little Bird—-Sunday, August 2, 2020

Posted on August 2, 2020 by Dayphoto

Terry came back from town Friday with a wee little bird stuck to his grill

What a horror! It was still breathing, although, not moving

After removing the tiny sweet little thing, I placed in my horse trough flower bed for safely and (hopefully) healing.

Then, truly not knowing HOW to help the little bird, or even what to do for the little bird, I sent word to the heavens and all those beings with gossamer wings to heal and protect this tiny creature

The first day was spent under the leaves, rustling around; creating little ghostly whispers, whenever I came near.

So far, so good. The wings are starting to be held closer to the body. I haven’t tried to pick the little bird up [yet] incase of internal damage.

When I do I will check it’s little legs and toes.

My prayer is this little one can heal and fly away. Until then I will continue to provide protection, food, and water.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Seven, Friday, July 31, 2020

Posted on July 31, 2020 by Dayphoto

Chapter Seven

I watched Mom got into the car. Not just any car, THE CAR…and off they sped. Mom and Dad.

I took myself,

this and

that way,

here and

there,

up and

down,

and around corners

and over to the Butler Bins.

Then around that corner where I ran into

FREDDY FOX!

Freddy and conversed for a spell, then he took off. I still hung around checking out this and that,

OH! HIDE!!!

I slid into the cornfield on the other side of the ditch.

Mom and I think that coyote caused some damage to the young buck hanging around.

Hide, shiver, shake.

Whew! Gone!

Back over the ditch, I went, again…

QUAIL! Whew! That thing scattered fast. I guess it thought I was DANGER!

Home again I went.

Maybe Mom and Dad are back!

Back into the yard…a tad tired.

Sat down in the shade when through the garden ran

STANLEY!

I was just getting ready to have a talk with Stanly when a loud rumble came roaring down the long, long, lane…

BAY! BARK! HOWL!!!

Sniff around the tires while the man got out and walked to the back door then walked back and got in. In-between all his walking I got in three 3! Pees next to his tires. THREE! I can’t get my leg up in the air anymore, but I sure can leave a puddle or three!

Then the guy back up and was gone.

Well, nothing more to do…I checked here and then I walked over to there.

I was starting to get tired and bored!

WAIT!

I heard something!

I ran as fast as I could to the bridge.

YES! There were Mom and Dad!

WOOF! WOOF! BAYYYYYYYYY!

Good, they are back.

I watched them park the car up and get out.

Inside we went for a long nap.

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Then later on in the afternoon, Mom said, “Come on, Boomer. Let’s go for a ride.”

So WE did!

My Nighttime Dreams—Thursday, July 30 2020

Posted on July 30, 2020 by Dayphoto

Sometimes sleeping at night is hard

Not only not being able to sleep

But sleeping and dreaming with ‘bad’ dreams

Other times, it’s like I am walking with those who have passed before me

Those marvelous people of my past life

My parents and grandparents

My beautiful and marvelous sister-of-my-heart, Dixie

Haunting dreams

Causing me to wake; to feel fragile and uncertain

Most often I wake and can’t remember my dreams

I just know I dreamed,

Not all dreams are scary, threatening, or nostalgic

They are comforting and familiar

Warm and protective

Those are hard to recall, also.

So, I have decided those dreams,

Those glowing, comforting misty dreams

Which [the feeling] tends to stay with me all through the day

Are sent to me [us] from our dead family and friends

To protect us

And those still with us on the earth

Connecting with us through our dreams.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Perhaps — Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Posted on July 29, 2020 by Dayphoto

I like to read tales from the Viking era…and stories about King Arthur. Stories by Bernard Shaw, Mary Stewart, Octavia Randolph all set during the time when the Christ God (the Christian Church) was starting to replace the old God’s of Myth.