I’m having a bit of a learning curve.
I really like my new computer, but I can’t get my Word to operate correctly. I have hope, but it’s not going together the way I was used to. (OH! I figured it out! YAY!!!)
And I’m having to learn to walk with a boot. It’s not THAT hard, but it is a tad exhausting.
Please bear with me as I become more proficient with both!
🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
My computer is fixed! Actually, I had to buy a new computer!
YAY!!
Your friend on a Colorado farm,
Linda
All of it (!) for a spell. I fell down the back steps and broke my foot. Golly. I am Ready for this spell of health issues things to end!!
“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much and heart can hold.”–Zelda Fitzgerald
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
In the deep of night, the day becomes like distant music. Still, there are stars, planets, and sometimes the moon—all in an overlapping melody.
We just have to go outside and enjoy ourselves.
“What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.”–Helen Keller
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I just finished reading this book—and loved it. Maybe you would too. 🙂
“What you give in this world will be given back to you. And what you take will be taken from you. Them’s the oldest words I know. I was just a lil’un when that got told to me, but I always remember to pass it on.”— The Night Came with Many Stars, Simon Van Booy
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I don’t walk far out on the far in winter. Especially, this winter—
It’s been a long winter—like you know first COVID for both Terry and I and then a knee to toes gout experience, followed by the most current flu, or whatever is they are calling it—-
Then I managed to crack my rib on my right side at the very base of my rib cage.
So I’m not traveling far, but I get out and walk.
While out and about I look for a collection of things that gently gift to me precious memories.
After all—this earth is a huge delight and I want to enjoy each and every second I can.
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”–Albert Camus
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Shadows looking like bruises—shimmering in the ice cold winter sun.
Wrapping our bodies and all structures in shafts of non-light creates shifting realities.
“Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem. The whitened air conceals all earthly space, and leaves to memory the space to fill.”–William Hamilton Gibson
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Mom goes. Then we come behind. Boo Berry guards Mom and I guard the rear.
TLC (Because I am the BRAVE ONE!)
(and Boo Berry)
Although some could say there is emptiness in the last part of the day, I feel like the sunset brings all the fragments of the day together with a joyful shout of HAPPINESS!!
Now, onward to rest!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
This time of year the day doesn’t last long.
I feel the loss as it slips over my skin (brrr) and into my eyes
Valentily it shines—-as it nears the Uncompahgre Pleatue— winter is still here. The night will come soon.
“Love is in the air: No, Wait! That is bacon!”–Unknown
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 