I’ve been having a bit of a problem with the raccoons—so I put out a game camera to see what I could see–
No, raccoons, but a darling Mom and her little one moving through the farm as the full moon sang to Earth among the million stars dotting the dark blue sky.
So cute! (They don’t eat my flowers (so far) I only plant things they don’t like. Therefore, I get the thrill of tiny hoof prints in the soil.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
FLY FAST LITTLE BIRD!!! FLY FAST!!
(I’m sorry….I know the hawk has to eat…but, still—–)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
In the soft, soft days of Spring—
The joy of making a nest casts a rhythm into each and every bird—
(from my archives)
Bringing to the earth a calm
(Killdeer nest-from my archives)
A subtle sense of joy, happiness, and completeness!
(from my archives)
(from my archives)
I love Spring.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
A repeat of this
Has been going on and on
I’m getting tired of this.
It’s hard to look dashing and handsome in the wind!
TLC
A manager of good grass hay!
YUM!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Here is a racetrack rainbow for you.
Marti
WOW! A whole rainbow!!!
Thank you ever so much, Marti!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Oh, Heavenly Father,
I thank you so much for hearing my prayers.
I thank you so much for loving us—
all people, plants, animals
and the Earth, we call home.
Thank you.
Humbly I pray, Amen.
Linda
As the night started closing in, the murmuring of the water and the flashing/setting sunlight illuminated the beauty all around.
Then home again we rode—the earth seeping darkness; lifting toward the sky and the sky blazing with glorious color.
(From my archives)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Linda
There is such a magical beauty about this time of year
The stunning glory of the spread wings of the the Red-Winged Blackbirds
The chirping song of the Red-breasted Robins
Shadows starting to show leaves, instead of stark limbs
A little tiny slice of the moon; sending it’s light into the pulse of the earth
The sun shines through the clouds right into our souls.
The granules of sand, dust, and dirt gifting love to each one of us.
We are all so blessed, you and I. So very blessed.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A hunting I will go! A Hunting I will go! High Ho the derry o—-
MOM, I KILLED YOU A SQUIRREL!!!
And I KILLED DAD A SQUIRREL!
And Yes!!!
I killed Boo Berry a squirrel.
Four Squirrels in all. So we each got one!!
But (just for the record) I ate all four!
TLC
(Mom was not very happy with me—I don’t understand why)
Life on a Colorado Farm 