Because Everything is Beautiful—Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Posted on June 17, 2020 by Dayphoto

Sometimes I am so, well, — happy

The farm is just so beautiful

The farmyard is beautiful

The sunlight waking the earth from a wee sleep during the night is stunning

Brilliant light on the un-farmed parts, where the wild critters play remarkable

The air around the yard rich with the smells of lilies

A feast of color for the eyes

The heady aroma of roses

The happiness of our land squeezes my heart

Then while out setting water for the last time….walking in the exact same spot we have walked ‘for-ever’

I realized the pink rock I had set tubes by for years

— Was a perfect little gift from the Universe in the form of a heart!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Where the God(s) Live—Tuesday, June 16, 2020

Posted on June 16, 2020 by Dayphoto

As a child, I often wondered (sometimes worried) where does God Live?

When I asked ‘those who know’ they always pointed to the sky

Somewhere way up there far, far away

Or, if I were at church, my Sunday School teacher would say “Here in God’s House”

Now, that REALLY got me concerned, because AFTER ALL, here we were all tromping around in GOD’S HOUSE

And God was NEVER Home!

Of course, over-time, Momma explained to me that God lived in our hearts

Which became truly confusing, because I could never really feel a BIG, All-Encompassing person, with a white robe, white hair and beard, and scary fiery eyes —-in my heart.

Wouldn’t my heart be too heavy for my body then?

My paternal Grandmother (who was a STAUCH Presberterian) said, “No, Linda…not a physical person in your heart…but a feeling in your heart”!

Still very confused I took my worry, my small child’s concern to my maternal grandmother (who was a staunch Baptist)

Who told me to pray about my question to the Heaven/God and see what I learn.

“O!”

New thought!

So I prayed. Every night. Every morning. Asking where God lived.

I was sitting outside on the cement step with my maternal Grandfather when I thought to ask him the question—“Where does God live?”

“Why, Sweet Thing, he lives everywhere. And nowhere

“He is a great mystery. And one we should always honor.” Granddad reached over and pulled me next to him, took up my hand, and placed it in his.

God belongs to no one and everyone. He is in many forms and helps many people.

He touches all of us, just like the light from the sun and the moon and the stars.

Then he pulled me close in a hug.

It was then I understood.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The God(s) Do Talk to Us —- Monday, June 15, 2020

Posted on June 15, 2020 by Dayphoto

Your God, My God, and Everyone’s God

Talks to us.

Sometimes they talk in signs

Sometimes writing in the heavens

Sometimes sending the sun to chase away the shadows

Often times the messages are so loud and clear

We can not hear or see

We are looking for an answer

That Crashes like a Symbol! Something that SHOUTS!

But the answers are always there…

The answers filter into our thoughts,

Subtle, but profound

It’s up to us to listen—

With our souls.

If we truly and honestly want an answer.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

And Here We Are Again—Sunday, June 14, 2020

Posted on June 14, 2020 by Dayphoto

Second Field

First cutting

All rolled, ends cleaned up, and stacked ready for departure to its new home

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know (Friday, July 12, 2020)

Posted on June 12, 2020 by Dayphoto

Chapter One

I am feeling, better, better, better! Boy is that sensitive nose of mine a mess. I have to be very careful and NOT go out in the wind.

Or the weeds. Or the grass.

The second I go out in the wind my nose becomes infected. Then I’m sick and I have to take medicine which makes me very, very sleepy.

BUT…

TODAY! I feel GOOD! I feel good enough I am GOING TO DO SOMETHING NO MATTER WHAT MOM SAYS!!!

Now what started all this, you ask. Well,

I was out checking all the news right after my very yummy break-the-long-night-fast of a boiled skinless, boneless chicken thigh.

(Mom is afraid I have developed an allergy to food so she is monitoring EVERYTHING! Although, I do find the REAL boiled chicken thigh very yummy. I can slurp that right down in two gulps.)

So, anyhoo here I am checking out the farmyard…lots of interesting things out here to sniff— when one has a sniffer.

I haven’t had a sniffer since forever!

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

Hummm

What do we have here…?!

Sniff, sniff, snuff

Raccoon. Yes. We have lots of raccoons, I think we are a major highway for raccoons.

Raccoons will kill and eat chickens, you know. That’s why Mom always and forever locks up the two hens each and every night. Locks them up tighter than a drum. Gota keep ‘um safe, ya know.

Yes, raccoon…and WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

WAIT!

WHAT IS THIS!

Not a raccoon.

I don’t think I know this smell.

Sniff, sniff…oooooooooooo, yes, I do. DANGER in the form of QUILLS!

NOT GOOD!

I better let Mom know.

But, wait! I think I had better go check out around the Butler Bins and the farm equipment and the….

I took off trotting out of the farmyard when I heard:

“BOOMER! WHERE ARE YOU?! BOOMER! YOU COME BACK HERE!”

“BOOMER!”

Sigh!

I turned around…shoot.

MOM! THERE YOU ARE! I LOVE YOU, MOM!

I hobbled up to Mom with my tail going in a circle.

“Boomie, you can’t go off on a walk-about anymore. Your back leg doesn’t work, your knee hasn’t really healed from whatever you did to it this winter, you can’t see well, and your hearing is off. I’m sorry Beaglie, your exploring days are over. You have to stay in the yard and close to mom now.”

Mom reached down and gave my ears lots of rubs, pets, strokes, and a big kiss on my nose.

Sigh.

Okay, whatever you say Mom, I thought as I followed her back into the yard, then into the house.

Settling down, I made myself comfortable…I’ll sleep for a spell. BUT I think I still might do a walk-about sometime.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

In the Gnashing Wind and Freezing Air— Thursday, June 11, 2020

Posted on June 11, 2020 by Dayphoto

It’s been miserable here for the last few days

Monday night was THE WORST. Threatening clouds all around us.

The incredibly hot, dry wind, turned into the incredibly cold nasty wind; wind so hard it slammed into us

The bully wind making it next to impossible to stand on the ditch banks, let alone set flapping dams into the ditches.

The sunlight, meager at best (as you can see —sun obscured by dark threatening clouds)

Then the cold came in…close to freezing Monday night and the threat of colder weather to come.

(The high country got snow…as in Ouray, Grand Mesa…those areas.)

What odd, strange, unusual weather for June.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Sometimes I Struggle with Feelings of Dread —- Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Posted on June 10, 2020 by Dayphoto

I don’t know why I struggle with dread/ or the feeling of impending doom

I really don’t know why.

I even looked it up on the internet and found out that elderly people do struggle with feelings of despair.

Maybe it’s a subtle worry about aging and the future

Or the fact, as a septuagenarian death is looming ever closer,

(Photo by our daughter, Shannon)

Not arriving quickly, but not slowly either

(Photo by our daughter, Shannon)

So I am always rather amazed

Not stunned with amazement

But pleasantly surprised

When I look to the heavens and find residing there gently

Are diamonds….adorning the ether and my eyes—taking away the cheap feeling of impending ruin

All I have to do is Look

There within the white clouds, riding high above the breeze is that ancient symbol of hope, a promise of blessings, and the belief life is truly made up of roses and laugher.

All I have to do is look; give Thanks for what is to come,