Not lots of snow, mostly ice.
A Tad bit of winter!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Finally, I think we are making headway!
TLC is settling down to not be so mean.
Mr. Hobbs is Mellow! Real Mellow. So Dad is now calling him Mellow Yellow.
I tried it out—Mellow Yellow Hobbs. I guess it will work.
After all, TLC and I have LONG names: TLC Cai-Cai,
and Boo Berry Betty
So why not Mellow Yellow Hobbs Brown?
So, there ya have it. We are making headway—
which is good, because now that the cows are gone, Dad has started the winter farm repair/maintenance work.
Boo Berry
The rancher, his dogs,
and the cowhand showed up about 2:30 pm yesterday
After running all over the farm, the cows came down by the yard to tell me good-bye.
I appreciated it and told them Thank-you, Come again, next year.
Off they went, to the round loading corrals.
Then they loaded up and headed to better pastures!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The gentle colors of winter really haven’t arrived (yet).
(Taken from my archives)
The pinks and mauves and shades of lavender only show up just before a storm or after one.
(From years ago)
The storms have been rare.
Instead, we are still being gifted with the fiery reds and yellows of Summer and Autumn.
(This was in February 2021)
We are in desperate need of snow. For sure in the mountains. Maybe come February!
Only time will tell.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Despite being thrown away.
Despite not knowing how to eat and not finding anything to eat for days and days and days
Despite being locked in Dad’s shed until my backbone met my tummy
Despite TLC
I am finally! Finally Home!
Life is good!
I have hoomans in my life again.
I have a dog I can love again!
All the food I want to eat
Whenever I want to eat it.
A lap to lie on
Mom to brush and pet me
A soft bed to sleep on
I get to go outside!!! Mom says I must have never gone outside in all my many years of my former life, because I don’t know how to use the big outdoors kitty box. I have to come in and use the inside kitty box.
No matter! Everything is good now.
I’m home!
Mr. Hobbs (Hobbs for short)
Today I am 77! Who would have ever thought
My birthday party of Momma’s (and my) friends.
I am the one at the edge of the photo with my hand up and smiling at that little boy or Dixie, my bestest friend in life and forever. Dixie has her head turned, looking behind her.
My brother is on the other edge, looking at all of us.
I just turned 5. Many, many years ago.
From my world to your heart,
Linda