Looking up
In that impossibly wondrous sky
Are those marvelous flying machines
Traveling from here to there and even beyond, into worlds not known
Part of the heavens, yet still of the earth.
From my world your heart,
Linda
In that Pulse of time
Called Evening
That Forever place where the air mists
And reaches into the sunrays
Or is it the other way round
The sunrays reach up and beyond the shadows
Tickling the clouds; washing them in the sunshine of color.
Sometimes sunsets only flick the clouds in pastels
the Air turning into lavenders and purples
Or a wind shifting drift of sherbert vapor.
Then, in a rare moment, those amazingly special sometimes, when the colors are like flames
Lighting up not only the air, and water, but also the earth and everything on it!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Chapter Six
Just then a family of Raccoons scuttled out of the brush heading toward the cement ditch chattering and talking loudly.
“SHHHHHH!” Momma deer stamped her foot.
“SHHHHH!” The rest of us said with her.
“What’s the problem?” Momma Raccoon stopped right in her tracks. “We are just heading to wash our food so we can eat. It’s been a right nice evening; we found a whole pile of dried corn. We need to get to the ditch and soften it up and have us a right big supper.”
“Coyotes!” I whispered. “Two big groups of Coyotes on the farm.”
“Calm down kids. Danger ahead” Momma Raccoon put her paw on each little head. “Coyotes….take care. Shhhhh.” With that, she pushed her children on; past us onto the farm road and then right by the curve where the dirt ditch meets the cement ditch.
“Go ahead, Little ones eat up. Keep one ear open and one eye on the brush, but eat up. We have us a right nice supper.”
The deer and I watched the little family sitting happily in the mud, dipping their paws in the water, then putting the corn into their mouths.
“Supper is a very good thing,” King announced. “Let’s head on over to alfalfa field and get us a mouthful of something green.” He shook his head and walked off.
“You better come with us, Boomer. There is always safety in numbers.
Meanwhile——————–
A wonderous celebration of Freedom. I am so grateful to be so blessed.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
I like to stand outside and hear the wind speak
Although, I even like to stand outside on the ditch bank and look at the sun
Or stare at the sun when he isn’t looking at me
I enjoy the immensity of the air, the liquidness of the moisture turned into fluff
I like to see the earth when it green and so full of life
Or the joy of all living things as they move throughout the day
I always feel that the gift of more time
Here on the face of the earth—
Is such an amazing present.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The sky has been just wonderful the last few days
The colors swirling and dancing as the sun rises and sets
Storms building up on a daily basis
Bringing thunder, lightning, and raindrops
Then the wind shifts the clouds moving them into swirls of patterns
So the light breaks through them and seems to actually shimmer
Sometimes cooling us down to a feeling like Fall is soon to happen.
Still the sky, the sun, the moon, the wind
All murmur in huge [brilliant] voices
Come outside and be with me
Let me fill your mind, and soul and all the shades of your heart
For the Time is swiftly passing.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Here we are on the first day of July
This season is going fast…this season of warm, green things, and glowing sun
Spring, Summer, Fall always seems to speed by
The older I get the more I want to hang on to these seasons
Although for Terry, he enjoys winter the most.
So, for me, I will relish these
Wondrous warm days
With back-bending weeding, mowing of the lawn and the always, always watering
I will enjoy the tantalizing and
and seductive skies
the subtle scents the fill the days
And the nights.
From My world to Your heart,
Linda
If he missed farming
He said no.
That he still had lots to do out on the outer reaches, the edges of the farm
The pastures are easier to keep and the management of the pastures is much less time consuming, (those little round dots were the bugs flying in the air as we drove through the pasture–I was hoping to get them on camera, but they only showed up as dots.)
But here is a little thing I notice
Ever so often, in a random sort of way
He talks about what he wants to plant next year…
Which fields will hold corn, what field will be a new alfalfa field
So I wonder…is there longing or planning going on.
Either way works for me.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Oreo and I trotted on. Well, he trotted on and I walked very, very, slowly so as to not leave Oreo in the dust.
Passing by one of the fences I screeched to a stop. One really can’t screech if one is barely walking, but I did do a sort of pause, then a backup, then I pointed.
Yes, I pointed. I forgot Oreo could care less about Beagle signals.
“RABBIT!” I whispered.
Oreo kept on coming, waddling a little bit faster when he saw me stop and point. Suddenly Oreo was spinning around pointing his back end in the same direction as I was doing the Beagle point….tail straight out back, back as straight as an arrow, nose pointed in the direction of interest, and right front paw picked up and curled under my chest, me standing as straight and still as possible.
“WAIT! Do not shoot!” Will the rabbit scrabble as fast as he could under the fence then turned around and peered through the hole between the boards of the fence, “I’m just a rabbit! I can’t harm either one of you.” Will squeaked extremely loud.
“RABBIT?” Oreo spun back around and gave me a dirty look. “RABBIT? Come, Boomer, a rabbit can’t hurt anyone, let alone you or me.”
“I didn’t say it was an enemy,” I replied puzzled at the scorn in Oreo’s face. “I just pointed so you could see Will, and I whispered rabbit.”
Oreo just flapped his tail in the dirt and gave me a vicious glare and waddled off toward and under a Rabbit Brush.
“Well, I guess that’s that.” I mused to myself. “I wonder if I will be able to find Momma deer by myself now.”
“I know where Momma deer is,” Will wiggled back under the fence and hopped over to see me.
“Gosh, Boomer. It’s been a long time since I saw you last. Why I think I was just about to leave my Mom the last time I saw you.”
“WILL! Now I remember! YOU HAVE GROWN!” Look at you all big and soft and fluffy! You know where Momma deer is living now? Cool! Let’s go find her!” I whapped my tail on the ground, raising little puffs of dirt.
It was just about that moment in time when the brush next to us started shuddering and shaking; Will and I froze in place. Only Will’s little nose was wiggling up and down in a very rapid way.
We were so frightened I don’t think either one of us could move, when out of the brush came KING!
COOL!
King with his new set of antlers. King walked on a spell, then just before he got to us, he had to stop and give his back leg a good scratch with his teeth.
I was so relieved that I bayed out loud, “KING! KING! It’s so good to see you.”
King raised up his head in alarm and started to bound away.
“NO! Don’t go! It’s me King, Boomer! Stop!”
King stopped and stared at me. And at Will.
“Goodness, Boomer, you gave me a huge fright. I was afraid it was one of those new coyotes on the farm and I knew I couldn’t fight off with my little antlers.”
“It’s just me, King, and Will the rabbit. We are heading over to find Momma Deer. But you are here now so maybe you can take me to Momma Deer. It would be really good to see her again, also.”
The brush shuddered again and out stepped Momma deer…” You are looking for me, Boomer?” Momma deer said in her warm soft voice.
“YAY! You are here! Both of you! This is nice!” I bayed.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Momma Deer put her hoof on my nose.
“Ow! Your hooves are sharp,” I admonished Momma Deer.
“Sorry, but stopped being so loud, Boomer. We have new coyotes on the farm and they seem to be searching for new territory. We don’t want to draw them to us.” Momma deer put her face down close to mine.
“Be very, very quiet… these are dangerous times on the farm. There are coyotes everywhere.”
High in the sky
In a flash of feathers
Appearing and disappearing, emerging solid and larger than life
Dipping closer and closer
was the sad fact for the little chipmunk, but a necessary lunch in the of the circle of life.
Sigh.
From my world to yours,
Linda
