We got all the dirt cleaned up and hauled
Whew!!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
(from the archives)
It looked like this Tuesday morning
(archive photo—but pretty accurate. Thick in some spots from the wind and not so much in others)
But it soon melted. Although we had a terribly cold wind. March is always such a fickle month. Don’t ya think?
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
As you progress through life, you discover (in your old age) it is the very simplest of things you can’t live without. Not food, not a house, not shopping. But those things that lift your spirit and make life enjoyable. It’s the small things. The everyday bits and pieces which lift your spirit and make this world a tad better.
“Sometimes it takes only one act of kindness and caring to change a person’s life.”–Jackie Chan, Actor and Director.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
While Terry was cutting up a downed tree, I started thinking about the gifts of the Ancient Peoples. (I can’t help but I can be there if he gets hurt)
(from the archives)
I think they were right—-there is a magic, and an etheral force everywhere— in the rivers, the canals, the lakes,
(from my archives)
They encourage and bring to us the growth of the fields
(Fuzzy’s dark forest at the Back Forty of our place)
They sing in the woods.
They gather around us all the time—in fur form, or sunlight dappling,
or something so beautiful we stand amazed. The old Gods gather at the edges of our eyes—if we turn quickly, we can sometimes see them.
Yes they are there–to bring us the gifts of amazing wonder every day of our lives.
“The brightest hour of unborn Spring
Bending from Heaven,
In azure mirth, it kissed the forehead of the Earth,
and Smiled upon the silent seas.”–Percy Bysshe Shelley
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The cold Gods are now preparing to rest—getting jammies on, brushing their teeth, one last drink of water before heading to bed until late October or Early November
The big birds are restless too. The longing to head north to the mating and raising of chicks season.
And the song birds—soon to start arriving. I have yet to see any Western Bluebirds, but I am watching for them!
Although I did see a Western Meadowlark yesterday. WHAT a neat surprise!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s that seam between the long dark cold months and the warm beautiful green months.
You don’t know whether to wear a coat, jacket, or light sweater.
We will swing wildly between cold winter blasts of rough winds and the brightening of green springs of grass and plants.
STILL I AM HAPPY TO BE HERE!! MARCH HAS COME!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I can remember thinking that I had lots and lots of time—time to do this or that or whatever. But now, at 76, I realize life really goes so fast!
So very, very very fast. So keep each day in your heart and live fully. It goes fast.
Really, very fast!!!
From my heart to your world,
Linda
A few days ago it snowed a freezing icy mix
TLC demanded to go outside. So okay, I let him out.
It wasn’t but seconds (a walk down the sidewalk—turn around) and scram back into the house!
I had to laugh out loud.
Yep! Pretty nasty out there you silly kitty!
“As soon as healing takes place, go out and heal somebody else.”–Maya Angelou
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda