Even if the ground is too muddy to go for a four-wheeler ride Terry and Boomer and I always go for a walk. Â If Min-Min cat is outside she is tagging along also.
Now if the wind blows and turns the world all crooked.
We stay inside!  🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
And you and your husband are bored….
A chicken pot pie helps! Â (Plus company to share it with)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
“Sometimes,” said Pooh, “the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.”–A.A. Milne
Because of terrible weather and bad driving conditions, we have not been able to attend many of our grandson’s basketball games.
But yesterday (bad weather and all) we looked at each other and said: “Let’s Go!” Â So off we went to Carbondale, Colorado, where the Parachute Cardinals (we are the Cardinals) took on the Rams for a very exciting over-time, buzzer ending basketball game.
As Pooh says: Â “the smallest things do take up the most room in our hearts!”
From our world to your heart!
Linda
Although we have storms, and melt, and wind, and rain….the outside work still goes on.
The transient cool morning air, bright as crystal’s some mornings
Frigid, shadowed and mysterious at night
The rain streaming through thick and gray clouds changes the earth from white to deep dark brown.
Then the glow of chilly blue skies filled our minds with sunshine
Until a breeze, more like wind,
comes up and whirls the falling snow into a twirling madness
Then the light is gray and secretive. Â Filling our world with silence.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
After a brief dusting of snow
We melted! Â Adding too the already mud and slop.
Then the rains came! Â Popping up bubbles in the huge puddles. Â Fun little bubbles, as if the earth was adding some humor into all the moisture.
Then this morning we woke up to fleeing clouds
And sunlight over the land
As I write this the sky is  clear, the sun bright, and there is beauty all around!
From my world to your heart!
Linda
A winter moon all the way from the northwest of the U.S.A.
Thank you, Meadowlark!
Love,
Linda
We had sun for awhile yesterday! And the temperature rose enough to dry up some of the mud.
The heavy clouds cleared and the moon unfurled itself over the farm— lighting Boomer’s and my path with silent silver mysterious and wild moonbeams. Â Like the flutter of an angel’s wing.
Today the sun rose in an almost clear sky!
The late setting moon drifted fast toward the west making the moonlight pulse rather than flicker, in the soft yellow sunbeams, which fell all around the sun-starved earth. Giving the air, the sleeping trees and plants and the drying earth a glow even an angel would enjoy.
So off I am to work in the woodpile—there are logs which need splitting, kenneling to split and gather, plus a few other tasks I couldn’t do because of the mud. Â Terry is working on getting the snowmachines ready to take to mountains.
As for Boomer…he can look for news!
From my world to your heart!
Linda
We went from this
To this and have stayed at this for weeks now. Rain and rain and even more rain.
Sigh! Â The days are long and grey and boring and ever so nasty.
Still it seems like there is always something that needs to be done.
I’m looking forward to walking with  Boomer  in the SUNSHINE!  Where we throw shadows on the ground and our feet don’t collect mud!
But not yet! Â Not today. Â Not for awhile. Â Another big storm system is heading in here in a day or so, until then just know that I am
Dreaming of those hot summer nights some place in the future!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Teri McIntire Nothum Pretlow
Sent to me—
A very wonderful Birthday rainbow!
Thank you so much, Teri!
Love,
Linda
In a rather desperate search for a full moon photo—I kept waking-up off and on throughout two nights searching for a time the moon was not covered in clouds.
Waiting (but not very patiently) hoping for that single wonderful photo.
Gradually the clouds parted, the stars singing loudly in the long, long night
 Moonbeams shattered the mist fill land and melted into a cold silver and blue light.
While Boomer checked things — I stood in the shadow moonbeams and ghostly clouds.
From my world to your heart!
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 