Look What We Found—-Wednesday, March 6, 2019

In working on one of the old buildings here on the farm,

We found an old steam iron.  It must have been put out there to prop up a door or even to store, but over time it fell into the dirt and was buried.

How cool this is.  And what an amazing thing to iron with!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

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This Day Spells Winter’s End —- Tuesday, March 5, 2019

After a long, long morning of deep dripping clouds

The wind pushed and shoved and tumbled the clouds and moisture away

Away, away to the east whereby the time the sun started setting

The utter hopelessness and weariness of winter was no more

Then the gentle sky and the soggy earth spoke of melting snow and the promise to come of

SPRING’s Brightness.

This morning the sun has foretold the end of WINTER!

YAY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Behind—-Monday, March 4, 2019

The farming season is taking a long time to begin.  The earth is still wet; filled with mud, ice and snow lying in the shadows

If it were a normal year, Terry would be out on the land disking in the corn stalks and getting ready to plow—–yes, most farmers still plow here, it’s all about the type of soil on a farm

We are thickly covered in clouds today, although, there is hope for scattered sunshine

And it’s cold. The wind, you know, goes right through a body.

As wet as we are Terry is thinking it will be at least two more weeks before a tractor can get out there and begin…I guess we wait.

There really isn’t anything anyone can do until the weather gods say COME ON SUN, it’s time for Spring to begin!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Pure and Wonderful Delight—-Sunday, March 3, 2019

We had rain…I tried to get a photo of it last night, rain is rather hard to photograph in the dark…

Just say’n.

But still, I had fun trying.

Yesterday our oldest daughter saw a marvelous rainbow on her way to work

So, because I love rainbows…she sent a photo to me!

Even though we are so terribly wet, and the days are dark and dreary Boomer’s and my little walkabouts are showing that Spring is starting to arrive

And this morning after a night of hard rain

I see GREEN starting to appear!

YAY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Waiting on Spring….Leave Winter Leave!

Mom and I are very tired of winter…Very.

I want to go out and about checking on my friends out on the farm.  Although, Mom keeps telling me ‘no more running around and staying gone, Boomer’.

I don’t get why she tells me that I know where I am and what I’m doing.

So…

Mom and I wander around where the mud is starting to dry out, which isn’t very far. And Mom takes photos…mostly of birds.

Not much going on.  Pretty much housebound.

Sigh!
Boomer

The Sky Sings to Us from the OtherWorld—-Thursday, February 28, 2019

Sometimes I think I can hear singing from the Heavens

The sounds shimmering in the sky and across the land

A sound so beautiful it feels like I can see the chorus; filtering through the clouds on the beams of light

Just there in the landscape lit so lovingly by the setting sun

The notes falling and rising in a ghost song…the choir those who love us (but have passed on) singing a bedtime lullaby: Sleep tight, we are here, you are safe…rest.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A Genuine and Extravagant Experience—-Wednesday, February 27, 2019

Terry, Boomer and I had walked up to the cross-over pipe looking at the spring projects we wanted to complete, walking ever so carefully in the ‘dry’ parts of the farm road.

We talked about moving this and that, of cleaning the ditch and removing the caps on the pipes when over-head

A low-flying airplane buzzed us…dipping the wings left then right!  It was a wee bit of unusual fun on a very ordinary day.

Our daughter sent us a photo of T’Ata the proud bearer of a wonderous coat

MUD!

I do believe we need to dry out…rolling around in the dirt (mud) is NOT good for a lady’s coat!

What a mess! 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm!

Linda

I Believe in God —– Tuesday, February 26, 2019

How can a person NOT believe in God, when the world is full of such beauty

When everything surrounding us whispers in shadowy voices of someone or something ‘more’ than us?

That God and his Son and all the Disciples and Disciplines and Angels and Studies of Religions and the Beliefs in the Goodness of Man

Even those magical worlds of fairies and elves and gnomes 🙂

Roar loudly that God is Infinite

And we, the human race is more than a heartbeat in time.

I believe in a Maker who does not make you feel guilty for just being alive—that thought is extremely saddening.

Although I can not explain my feelings, my heart bursts with love for being able to live on this amazing creation called Earth in this extraordinary weave I call my life.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

There’s Not Much You Can Do, but Go On —–Monday, February 25, 2019

(Pete and Francis wedding photo) 

My paternal Grandmother, Francis Dorsey Shipley married Peter Edward Doyle on the 10th of September 1921….she was 19 and he was 31.   Gram said they were very much in love, although, her dad did NOT approve of the marriage. (That is another story for another time.)

But for this story and this time, I wish to write to you about my Dad.

Lester Allen Doyle was born January 1, 1926, in Brea, Californa five years after Gram and Grand married. He was the only child.

(Pete, Francis, Lester)

By the time Daddy was 8-going on 9 the family had moved back to Delta, in the Read area and started farming. (The farm now is growing houses and roads. Sigh.)

(Last photo ever taken of Pete)

Grams said it was an extremely happy time.  Daddy’s memories are much along that same line of thought.

Then when Daddy turned 9, that September his Dad died.

And the world turned upside down.  Gram sold the farm moved to Eckert and found a job.

(Ralph Holder, Francis, Charley, Tuff, Lester in the front of Francis, Jr. in front of Charley) 

When Daddy was almost eleven, Gram married Charles Albin Holder. Charley had lost his wife to a brain tumor and was raising three boys alone.

(Lester, Ralph, Tuff, Jr. in front of Ralph) 

Actually, this was tough times for my Dad, he never felt part of the family…ever. (See how he held his hands behind his back trying to not take up lots of space), although, Gram was more than thrilled with her new life.

(Lester, Ralph, Tuff, Jr. in front of Ralph)

 

At one point Daddy ran away from home, going to live with his Uncle Ott Doyle. Dad stayed with Ott and his family for a goodly amount of time.  Then one day, Ott took Dad for pickup truck ride and gave him a wee bit of advice about life:

(Lester and Francis) 

“Sometimes, Les” my Dad quoted to me one day,  “There’s not much you can do about what life hands you, but go on.”

After more heart to heart talk, Daddy went home.  Then when he just turned 17 he talked his Mom into letting him go into the Navy –it was WWII.

(Back row: Momma, Charley, Francis, Kay Jr.  Front row: Danny, Me holding Gary Holder and the little boy next to me is Randy Holder.   I wanted to be a nurse so I wore my Nurse uniform everywhere until it wore clear out. 🙂  )

Back home Dad married Momma, had Danny and I and we grew up living very close to both sides of our grandparents and Charley’s youngest son, Jr., and his family.

(Charley’s Mother Mattie, Charley Holder, my Dad, Me, and the baby is our oldest daughter, Shannon) 

Dad continued to always treat the Holder’s like they were his family.

Even after Gram had died, my Dad took care of Charley as if he were his own father, bringing him to stay a week at a time with he and Mom and taking Charley out to eat once in a while.

One day I asked Daddy why he kept on taking care of Charley even though things were always ‘sorta off’ with Charley.

My Dad looked at me very seriously and said: “My Mother would have wanted me too.”

My heart crumpled with that statement.

I look back at Daddy’s life, sometimes, and realize he sat a huge example for me.

I love you, Daddy.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

Winter Came Visiting Once Again—-Sunday, February 24, 2019

We had winter all over again…it roared in Friday night complete with a nasty wind

Then Saturday we started a small but delightful warm-up

Mindy cat didn’t mind, she scampered blithely through the snow as I went about my daily work

The sun dazzled on the whiteness whenever it broke through the clouds

We had many little hungry tummies at the feeders

Pressing close to the seed cakes the Red-Winged Blackbirds dwelled, lingering, gathering energy to make it through the bitter cold which followed.

We woke up to 10*f (12c) weather this morning.

Still, it was beautiful!

Today we are to experience MELT with the temperatures rising to 40* f (4.4c) or so this afternoon.

Our world will be trickling water and patchwork fields and roads will appear.

There is a rumor, put forth by the weather people, that we will see 50*f (10c) weather and rain in just a few days!

I’m am excited just at the thought of it.

SPRING IS COMING!  I just know it!!!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda