Sometimes, Terry and I
Get just plain
Tired.
The constant,
constantness of keeping the farm up and running
Keeping the yard
In tip-top shape,
Tells us…it’s time to go live a wee bit of a dream
To feel the wind blowing through our hair and the sun-drenching the car
We come home, feeling new-born, rested.
Like the earth after a rainstorm.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Up there in the soft rippling air
June’s Full Moon
Played chase with silver light and storm-ladened clouds.
On my computer, I opened an email from Kate to see
A lovely rainbow in a rain-soddened sky.
Blessing abound for me and now for you!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Our Blade…
graduated.
My, has time flown? I don’t know if I was ready for all this.
But I know he is excited and ready to become!
Also, David, Blade’s very best friend,
And our ‘other’ grandson
Joined, with Blade, on that new adventure of being young adults.
It makes me want to cry and laugh and clap and weep and ….well, you understand.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
I HATE staying inside when the air is warm, the evenings nice and the weather just perfect for hunting and chasing and eating MICE!
So…if Mom picks me up and takes me inside, shows me a nice dish of cereal and milk; I turn up my nose and run as fast as I can to the back door.
There I meow LOUDLY until she lets me back outside.
I get lots of pets so I know I don’t want to make Mom and Dad mad, but staying inside when the weather is nice—-
Just does NOT work!
I have so much to do.
Mice to stalk
Mice to grab and kill
Mice to bring to Mom or Dad, while meowing loudly. (I want them to know I am doing a very good job)
Mice to eat. Yummy. (Mom said I can’t show you a photo of me eating mice. She said it wasn’t appropriate for the internet.)
Mice to herk back up and leave for the flies. (Or Mom if she sees it. Mom always goes and gets a shovel and buries the herk…silly Mom.)
Then, with a very full tummy, to climb on the chair and sleep or go out to the tractor shed and sleep on Dad’s 630 John Deere.
BUT——-
When Oreo is out and about….I ALWAYS meow to come in and SLEEP WITH MOM!!!
Mindy the Kit Kat of the family!
And the moon grows from fat, to thin, then to nothing, and back again to fat
The sun —- our sun–that amazing orb lights up the sky.
The sun’s light thrusts itself upon the earth
Wrapping it’s light/rays/heat all around us
A loving and caring gift providing life.
Always, always speaking to the heart of every living thing upon the earth
Sending showers of sun rays through all the clouds
Taking away feelings of despair and melancholy
Shimmering in the sky
While the seasons turn,
A gift only the sun can give,
After chasing away the moon
The stars
And those fading worrisome dreams
and horrid thoughtsafter long sleepless nights.
Thank Heaven and the God(s) above for the sun and a new day!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We went with our daughter and son-in-law to where Cliff and his family have very long ties
Up, up we traveled way up into the Paonia Mountain Range (the Elk Mountain Range) —-(Boomer didn’t get to go)
The road was a steep and marvelous wonder
The views amazing 
and stunning (somewhere over there is Crested Butte)
At, one point along the trail, we looked down upon the West Elk Mine 
Climbing higher and higher and higher 
Until we drove into a lovely meadow, where we had lunch.
It was here Cliff showed us the marker commemorating his late Dad. Many generations of Rezak’s loving, and hunting, and living on this spot.
Then on we rode
All the while through
(This is Ragged Mountain)
extraordinary beauty
Marvelous lush meadows
Delightfully full ponds
Impressive vistas.
At one point we came upon a man-made object—a radio tower! Always a surprise to me, to see something like this in a prestine forest
We drove to snowbanks and through snowbanks
In lots of muddy melting water
In the thickly growing forests of the Standing People
Then down, down, down again, where we could get off and look back and see just where we had been.
It was a lovely day, and much needed as a wee break in work.
Back home again, standing at the edge of our field…I took a photo of the Elk Mountain Range…which I call the Paonia Mountains…
as a reminder of where we were and the beauty we just experienced.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The Gloss of the blooms
Send out warm enticing scents
To gift the nose
The eye
And the little pollinators
By evening
The warmed up (to almost broiling air)
Sends fragrant wafts of scents
Throughout the opened windows
On the gentle night breeze.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The heat has been like a hammer the last several days…
Still, the evening’s have been soft and lovely
But what has been the best thing
Right out our back door
Covering our whole farm…
A PERFECT double Rainbow!
WOW!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
We finished up!
Nice green leafy, baled in the dew hay.
A nice feeling.
One field down, one more to go.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I am better. Well, let’s say I am somewhat better. The fungus in my nose is gone, the swelling in my nose is gone, but I now have a cough.
Somedays I don’t have a cough. Somedays I don’t have a sneeze. Somedays I don’t have ANYTHING!
It’s on those days Mom and I think YAY BEAGLIE IS WELL!
Then …. The cough comes back, or the sneeze and the cough come back, or just the sneeze.
So now I’m on allergy meds.
So far, THAT is working.
Anyway, Mom and I Thank you so much! Mom was really, really scared I had a tumor in my nose…which was a possibility. A very scary possibly…
BUT NO TUMOR!
YAY!
I can sniff and smell anything I want to now!
Anyway, we have to let the allergy meds work (please keep me in your prayers that the allergy medication does the trick).
I’m doing so much better,
I like to go with Mom to irrigate.
I never liked to go with mom to work in the hay so I don’t even ask to go then.
Besides Mom doesn’t really want me to walk about in the high pollen grasses right now.
SOOOOOO!
Here I am. Boomer Beaglie Brown doing ever so much better!
Life on a Colorado Farm 