As the storm started leaving yesterday I saw another RAINBOW!!!
END TO END!!!
Then last evening the sky looked like THIS
Beautiful and peaceful and just right lovely!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It rained during the night…soft gentle rain, then heavy mud creating rain
But on my way out to take care of the two little fluffy hens
The gray light started to brighten, the clouds drifted into clumps instead of one big mass
The sun broke forth and I saw two Rainbows. At different parts of the sky!
MAGIC and Wonder right here and now in FEBRUARY!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Mom and Dad get up before the grey light starts to show over by the mountains, eat breakfast, then put on my coat, load me up in the back of the pick-up truck (or up front) and head up to the far reaches of the farm.
By the time we eat breakfast, gather up all the wood gathering tools, put my coat on me, the sun is up and the frost is THICK on the grass.
You see we have to go early before the mud appears, or we would never make it up there and back.
Dad isn’t fond of being stuck and Mom is even more un-fonder since being stuck enough the four-wheel drive doesn’t work means a long walk back to the house to get the tractor and chain, then a very cold ride back to the stuck truck, and THEN Mom has to pull the pick up out, which she HATES to do.
So up we go, every day this week, then it’s back to the yard where Mom sorts and Dad cuts until today when they both announced: “This should hold us for a spell”!
Now….for me it is lots of fun. I can ride up front or in the back, whatever I want. I usually pick the back. I have a coat on you see.
We drive through the cows and the Sandhill Cranes—I don’t bark or whine or howl at them I just watch.
Then Mom sits me out of the truck and I go exploring. I go here and there and everywhere. I go where ever I want to go.
Then when I hear the chain saw stop or I hear Mom holler for me I head back to the truck and get loaded up again.
Back home
I usually go around smelling who or what has been visiting the farm while we were gone.
Then when Mom lets the hens out and heads back into the house,
I always go with her…nap time.
Mom works upstairs on her computer and I take a long nap.
Dad does Dad stuff, I don’t know what that is because, well, you see, I stay with Mom, always.
Boomer Beaglie Brown
Drink in the Moon as though you might die of thirst.”–Sanober Khan
“The moon replenishes the earth; when she approaches it, she fills all bodies, while, when she recedes, she empties them.”–from Natural History by Pliny the Elder, first-century Roman naturalist
Although we are just about to turn the page into FEBRUARY (YAY!)
The January night sky was just stunning{ last night} and the moon this morning was delightful right next to a star!
The back of the moon backs up to a star with another one looking on!
Wonderful! Just WONDERFUL!!!
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Lessons from a very wise cat:
*Always make sure there isn’t a predator close by
* Even if the whole world is frozen and still
You and Mom and Beaglie
Have lots of great things to do
But the most fun thing of all….
Having a good romp
With Boomer and Mom.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
The month is January…still.
I look at the calendar daily waiting for the moment when we turn into February.
Each day is winter, long and drawn out and cold, but filled with routines that mush us through each dark and dreary day
But if it is long for me…then it is longer for the wildlife. The coyotes are brazen and bad, coming right into the yard, searching for food…not good.
They need to search someplace else.
The rancher said he will be coming any day now to gather up his Momma cows and take them to his ranch home…he wants to have them closer to monitor the births.
He is wise. With the coyotes so active there is nothing so vulnerable as a cow in labor.
Inside the very worst of winter, there are still things to find of great joy and beauty…so outside I go—
Each day there is something so wonderful that I need to record it with my camera
The bliss of each day is just right there, waiting for me to stumble into it
So, yes, life moves forward
But as each day passes
I realize that being outside stabilizes my need to by-pass winter
Into true happiness for the healing magic of the day/night captured on camera
Nothing mediocre/drab/or unexciting exists if I just open my eyes.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I believe, that the gods (or God) talk to us
in our dreams
We also receive inspiration in the form of many things
Knowledge handed to us in the form of all those marvelous things in nature
The voice of understanding speaking loud into our mind of understanding
Many times the voice is bright with laughter
The weather brings its own blessings, wet, dry, soaked, covered in snow
Or even (a lessening of mud–the ground starting to dry)
All we need do is listen to our dreams and watch for the signs to unfold.
I have come to place in life where I feel we all shape the future together
Carefully and consistently
So those who understand and can explain the unexplainable will help us see the miracles (or magic, if you prefer) unfolding.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Yesterday morning was brisk and cold
So we worked on the log pile cutting and sorting firewood (not having to work in mud–the ground was frozen, you see)
I am NOT a fan of cottonwood…it stinks when it burns and leaves lots of chunks
Gradually our wood is getting cleaned up and sorted and hauled to the house for warmth
There is still lots of winter left, soon we will be hauling from our other wood piles behind the barn and up at the Back Forty
But the stack yard is starting to look rather nice
Then in the late afternoon, as the sun’s heartbeat poised for a wee second on the western horizon, just before the dark rose up
Our sky turned golden
Filling our world with long shadows
And stunning light!
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Mom and I left Mindy in the house…Mom doesn’t like to walk with Mindy. Well, she does, but when Mom and I are going on a LONG Walk, Mom leaves Mindy in the house.
Not because Mindy can’t make the long walk, but because Mindy gets terribly sidetracked and leaves us and sometimes doesn’t come back for days and days.
When that happens (it’s happened twice) Mom is just sure the coyotes got Mindy.
So now, when Mom and I go for LONG walk, Mom leaves Mindy in the house!
So anyway, back to my adventure.
Mom and I go for walks often! Even if it is muddy. Of course, when it’s muddy we don’t go where the Mud is bad, we just go a short ways here and there.
That’s okay by me…any walk is always a good walk.
So off we went because Mom wanted to get photos of the clouds. Mom loves clouds.
Well, Mom loves, clouds, birds, sunsets, sunrises, the moon, HECK taking photos of anything and everything on the farm.
So, once more back to the adventure…off we went to add to mom’s collection of CLOUDS!
She got lots of photos of clouds and I gathered lots of news.
Back home, Mom showed me all the cloud photos and said her favorite for the week was the roll clouds.
Then she gave me a good rub down, a cookie and sat down at her computer.
As for me—
I went outside and had a
good roll on the grass.
Nothing better than a good roll on the grass, this time of year.
(No, I didn’t roll in the manure…it’s all frozen and Mom gets rather grouchy about rolled in manure and me coming into the house…just say’n.)
Boomer
I have been hanging out at the bird feeders lately
Trying to get some good photos of birds in flight…
I love how their wings leave a soft sigh in the air, or swoosh as they takeoff
I have to be careful as this little fur ball loves to come with me…and that is never a good thing. The birds leave the area in a wind churning frenzy.
This little bird was way up high, listening to the silence of the sky
Last evening, as the sky started to purple and fade a female Great Horned Owl and her mate stopped by
They were delightful to listen too and then to watch leave…silently lifting up from the branches; floating away like a breath of wind
During the day the air is alive with the shimmering sounds of the Sand Hill Cranes
Their thrilling call is beautiful.
They spend the night on the farm also, but are so silent one doesn’t know they are here.
The Canada Geese do not seem to like to be where the cranes are. Rather sad, I tell them all the time they are welcome.
Still, they fly on their calls adding to the trills of the cranes on the ground.
What lovely creatures add to our long winter days!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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