I found this really neat rock—with a message on it
I think it says DAD.
After all, I think it must be a tad hard for a rock to write. 🙂
What do you think?
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Go on a walk. Among the sighing of the drying corn, the rustling of the (Thankfully) dying weeds
To touch the earth with my feet.
Boo Berry and I, and sometimes,
but not always TLC.
Sometimes Terry goes with us. Not often, he is usually busy, but still sometimes.
We go many places here and there upon the farm. No work in mind, just being one with the earth.
I always take my camera—and I always look for kisses [hearts] from the earth. Because they are there. We just have to look.
Raining or not, we go. I just need to feel the earth, the sky, the air, be blessed by the sun, the moon, or the rain.
Sometimes—I have to go outside.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Even those dastardly weeds look beautiful
And the flickering light upon the birdbath with the scattering of leaves–divine
Autumn is a promise of beauty in every angle, upon every vista, with that dread of solemn
Winter loaming just over there–just a wee bit closer, just on the rim waiting.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Chapter Eight
“Hey, Boo! COME HERE!” I yelled
“BOO!”
“I’m here. Here! I’m here.”
“Stand right there while I jump over here on the cabinet. Stand still. Don’t move.”
“Okay, doaky”
WHAP!!
I knocked off Boo’s dog treats, the whole sack opened up, and scattered dog treats EVERYWHERE!
“WOW!!!” Boo Yelled! “WOW!”
“Get how many you can and scram, I hear Mom coming!”
Boo grabbed four bone treats and headed to her dog bed. FOUR!
Good girl.
Oh, Hi, Mom. I purred.
“TLC! WHAT DID YOU DO?” Mom asked in dismay.
“Nothing, purr, purr, purr.”
Mom just sighed and started picking everything up. I guess Boo Berry has had her treats for a few days now, Mom muttered to herself.
“TLC, get down off there. What were you doing? Trying to get yourself a treat?” Mom picked me up and put me on the floor.
“That is really naughty, Kitty.”
Heeheheheheh. I laughed. While I watched Mom pick up everything
.
Then I started rubbing and head butting Mom….purring, of course.
“Oh, you were trying to get yourself a treat.” Well, sigh, I guess you can have some kitty candy.
Mom reached over and took the top off the jar and gave me KITTY CANDY!
Who is the smartest of them all!
ME!!!