While Looking in the Vast Sweep of the Evening Sky—-Thursday, December 14, 2017

I had gathered the last of the firewood for the night and decided to take a wee walk out to the edge of the corrals and back.

The air was rich in bursts of sharp little ice crystals; cooling everything down.  The sky  lighting up the world, in that finale burst, before the dark of the night rose up to cloak each and everyone of us.

It felt good to walk a small space, Boomer and Mindy along for the adventure.  Although, it wasn’t going to be much of and adventure…still it was a chance to clear my mind… a chance to reach beyond myself and the immediate needs of whatever that moment was.

There I stood, at the back of the farm yard — in the now empty hay stack yard letting the glow of the days ending fill me, the silence of the sleeping earth rest my body; the steady movement of the cows as they fed upon the leavings of last years crops.

Peace. Tranquility. Calm. Ease.

Then the light faded and  it was time to go back in…start a little light supper (we are old now and eat very little at night)…and give thanks for this amazing time of life I get to live in.

From my heart to your world,


I am Dazed with Abundance—Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Thank you so very much!

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.  Your kind words, your loving stories, your endless profusion of concern and support has lifted my heart .

Giving me courage to continue onward, and forward, in this miserable abyss of Sammy’s last days.

Many of you have told me I will know, when his painful inching toward the rainbow bridge has becomes too much; at which time I will be able to help him into the after-life and into a whole and pain free existence. (I have worried that I won’t know, but I do think I will now; Sammy will tell me.)

Thank you once more!

Each one of you near and far, blog and FaceBook, commenter or reader have given me the strength to progress, I am humbled by your heart.



Kitty Hospice—Tuesday, December 12, 2017

My precious, sweet, loving kitty–Sammy-Sam, is sick.  Very sick.  It all started this late summer, although, I didn’t realize it.

See his cheek on this side facing us?

He has a cancer growing there. It breaks my heart.

Sammy has been with us a long-long-long time. He is a year older than Blade, our grandson.

Right now all we can do is keep him happy…whatever that is–

Gradually the meat grinder of a cancer will completely close off his throat—it hasn’t yet—but the time is coming.

So I give him anything and everything he could ever possibly want to eat…Milk (yes Milk–he loves it and tolerates it.) He gets little dribs and drabs of it.  Tuna in the canned for humans, which I mash up into teeny tiny bits, his very special roll on the ground it tastes so good expensive canned cat food, cooked chicken, beef, or turkey shredded into itsy bitsy pieces, and his all time favorite of all time…lunch meat sliced very thin—of which I once more tear into bits so small he can capture them on one claw and put them in his mouth.

When Boomer was horribly sick Sammy stayed by Boomer giving him strength and comfort–so now Boomer seems to have a watchful eye on Sam.

For years he slept on the bed, but since this slow suffocation has begun he likes to sleep in my sewing chair or by the wood stove—I check on him often throughout the night.

How can I not.

I also had to make the decision to ‘make’ him stay inside or to let him come and go as he wants.

I made the decision to let him come and go as he wants.

“You know”, I was told…”you might lose him out there.  He just might die someplace out there on your farm and you won’t be able to find him”.

I know.

But he has always been and indoors/out-doors kind of cat.  Mostly outdoors.  I refuse to take his freedom away from him now.



Until that day comes, however it comes, I will do everything I can to make his life good.

I will still take him with me to gather wood in the wheel barrel, I will feed him whatever he wants, I have even got him some medical hemp to help him with pain management

And sometimes, well, lots of time, I will cry as I hold him, or when he and I sit quietly outside smelling the air, and I will tell him in no uncertain words how much I love him, but if and when he ready, even in the midst of my despair, I will honor his wish and let him go.

But right now, today, as I right this he isn’t ready.  So we continue on with Kitty Hospice my last gift to him.

Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,



Earthly Music—Monday, December 11, 2017

“It is the mind which creates the world around us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched.”—George Gissing

Earthly Music is combined in such a way

That it rings forth in blending of all earth’s beauty, form and harmony,

Often times so sweetly-musical it seems unearthly in it’s charm

If you stop, stand still, try not to think…hold peace within your thoughts

The elements of harmonious chiming emotion will express themselves to you very clearly

You will feel the dreamlike borders of the earth and sky heave and fall; then the blending of the earthly sounds will fill your mind, body and soul until you feel like you are walking in the half-moonlight and a sky full of starlight.

Just stop…for a space in time…and listen.  I’m positive you can hear the silver lilt of our wondrous earth.

From my world to your heart,


There is a Simple Beauty—Sunday, December 10, 2017

There is a simple beauty, which occurs as the world turns…moving the seasons forward, ever forward

Not only are the seasons reflected in the feel of the air, a turn of a calendar page, or the moisture, or lack there-of, it flickers in the sky…

That still silence place– where we sometimes forget to watch look and see…but as we hurdle headlong in to winter the sky changes from heady colors, which reflect heat (or at least warmth) the sky starts throwing light in a different way

 Showing us that the cold is coming, the deep nights are soon arriving…until the surface of the sunrises and sunsets will feel

Like ice on a very deep and frozen lake.

This old photo from January 2009 says the gulf of colors from spring, summer and fall are vastly different from deep silent winter.

Oh, how I love the sky!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




The Empty Farm Now Full — Thursday, December 7, 2017

When we do a wee walk about out on the farm now… (we meaning, Boomer, Mindy, myself, and sometimes Terry)

The farm is alive with the tiny sounds of grass, weeds, or stalks being pulled with bottom teeth and tongue, then the slow rhythm of chewing; hooves moving through the above making a sort of swishing sound.

The rhythms of the farm has changed– from those of silence (although never silent…the sounds of scattering feet of little mice, voles, squirrels, or other quick but seldom seen creatures, the slow settling of a rock, or a pebble my shoe turns over…the calls of wild birds…no never silent)

To a different type of soothing sounds—the busy grazing of big beautiful cows…cradling the farm in their bovine warmth.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



At the Tip of Last Light—Wednesday, December 6, 2017

The waning moon had just risen full, with an orange glow filling the twilight air in swirling colors

The sound of Canada Geese and Sand Hill Cranes echoing through the fading light, as they searched for safe places to spend the night when….

Two semi-loads of cows pulled up to unload.

The cows have arrived!  100 cows spilled out on-to the land…some running they were so glad to escape the huge traveling trailer.

This morning our farm is full of beautiful bovines!  It’s a huge joy to watch thes curious, graceful

Creatures for the rest of the winter.  They bring me happiness and the land is cleaned up from all the weeds and last year’s stalks and rich dried down alfalfa; the deposit of rich manure is a guarantee of good crops for next spring.

A win-win for all of us!

YAY! The Cows are HERE!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




A Great Wind Passing Through—Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Sunday well into early, early Monday morning a great wind came through…bringing with it the cold front we are now experiencing…normal December temperatures. 🙂

The destructive wind picked up all the loose corn leaves (and any other thing) moving them from fields and slamming them onto fences, trees and anything else standing secure and tall.

The whole air rippled in the force of the wind, much like a wee tornado…full of dirt, bits of this and that; causing excitement when it landed in your eyes, ears or mouth.

The gale force winds (gusts up to 40-50 m.p.h.) pushed the bruised and glowering clouds away from us…taking any moisture there might have been to some place else…not here.


Now today, with shivery weather, blue skies and calm air…we welcome in traditional winter cold! It was 10* at our house this morning. (-12.22 celsius)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


I’m Sure Angels Paint the Sky—-Monday, December 4, 2017

I’m sure angels are in charge of painting the sky.  Although, there are those who would argue with me

Telling me the Angels have much better things to do than to sit around coloring the clouds and the air around the earth

That they have all the problems of mankind to deal with; are the messengers from God to us and in lots of cases our personal guardians.

So maybe they don’t.  Maybe it’s some totally scientific thing, which explains in complete and fascinating logic, how the sun lights up the clouds at either the beginning or the ending of a day…

It really doesn’t matter to me…for between the logic and the thought…between one heartbeat and the next…in that tiny space between….I like to think there is a place for spirit to reside with the sensible.

From my world to your heart,



The Light of Almost Full Moon — Sunday, December 3, 2017

Hanging there in the light blue of the sky, glittering like a HUGE pearl, surrounded by pinks and golds

Was December’s gift to us of a Super Moon.  Gradually a deep pinkish gray painted cloud slowly floated over the giant milky glow

Covering that amazing orb.


The pearlized light seemed to whirl out of the air and brush each and everything it touched with brilliant radiance!

Lucky us!

From my world to your heart,