There is Still Magic in the World—-Monday, December 31, 2018

‘There’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on.  It makes you believe you are special.”—-Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

For after all


What is a Miracle?


But another word for Magic?


From my world to your heart!


The Simple Things Make Up Joy—-Sunday, December 30,2018

Friday night our Grandson came to visit.  He needed some help only Grandpa could provide, so for the first time in a very long time we had our fast growing up grandson ‘spending the night’.

Here he is measuring himself against Grandpa at Christmas.

One more inch to go and they are the same height!

Gosh, time flies when you become grandparents!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Shadowed with Dreams—-Thursday, December 27, 2018

The air warmed up yesterday

Our world turned into mud

But this morning, as I write to you, there are huge fat fluffy flakes of snow filling in those paces whereby the melt had once occurred.

Delicate and soft like little tiny clouds drifting down to the earth.

Treasure each moment in your heart-each second is a true miracle.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



The Weather Lately; Sweet, Unsettling, Enchanting—Wednesday, December 26, 2018

Amazing things can happen through difficult circumstances.  It is not the difficulty that decides the quality of your life: it is how you respond to it.”–Amy Lee Grant, Christian Gospel Singer

I am not a fan of winter.  Those dreary dark days (of very short sunlight), BUT we have been so terribly dry here for the last great while, that SNOW is an amazing blessing

We had a million, or trillion, little flakes fall down during the night the day before Christmas Eve

And more magical snow last night on Christmas Day.

Our world is enchanting.

Also dripping and melting and WET!

But I’m not complaining…I am feeling very blessed.  For if we have snow here

There is snow in the mountains.

And snow in the mountains means water next year!

Your friend on a western on a western Colorado farm


Christmas Day—Tuesday, December 25, 2018

For all of those who celebrate Christmas this time of year;  for those of you who celebrate other winter celebrations around the world…

Terry and I wish you Happiness and Peace.  That your days are filled in ways that bring you great fulfillment, love, and enchantment at being alive.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Merry Christmas Eve—-Monday, December 24, 2018

“What is Christmas?  It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace.”—Agnes M. Pharo

Merry Christmas to each and every one!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Entranced—-Sunday, December 23, 2018

I am always entranced by the moon

There is such an excitement where the full moon is concerned

The playfulness of the clouds as they shadow the glow

Sometimes I like to just sit on the outdoor swing

Watching the clouds play softly with the moon.

From my world to your heart,



A Life Story Started 51 Years Ago —- Thursday, December 20, 2018

On, Friday, December 21, 51 years ago Terry and I were married

But since this coming Friday, December 21, it is Boomer’s day to tell his story;  I’m posting this one day in advance.

Over time as the seasons’ changed so did our hands.  We wear our histories on our hands, it seems.

But that isn’t all, for from those long-ago days of ‘beginnings’ we have added to our lives beautiful souls, who make each and every day a marvel.

From my heart to your world.


There is Always One —- Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Terry and I were oiling the top of the snowmachine trailer

when I happened to look over by the canal and saw a cow meandering happily down the fence in the other field!

Terry took off down the long lane and shut the gate to our road, and opened the gate between our place and the other place.

Being a young cow— first-year heifer—she thought about throwing a wee fit, but also being very pregnant she decided running with a huge weight in her middle was just not going to happen she walked down the long lane until she got to our yard.

Then deciding NO ONE WAS GOING TO TELL HER WHAT TO DO….she crossed the dry canal, ran onto my lawn, ran to the corner of the yard and neatly jumped the electric fence, not even touching a hoof to the wire.

Next step for us was to find out where she jumped out and fix the fence there.

Our neighbors, next door, are big farmers and just finishing up the last of their corn.

Boomer and I helped.

Later we all took a small walk as the sun went down.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Old Magic —-Tuesday, December 12, 2018

What is Old Magic, someone might ask

To me, it is the song of the Earth—-the song the Earth always sings every moment of each and every second of our lives…the Song of Beginning

The song of NEW, the song of Pure and total Joy!

It’s a Bold song, truly!

But one that all animals living on the earth can feel.

Even us…if we care to listen.

It’s always present, sweet, undulating


An echo of a continuing prayer

Everything is all part of that space between breaths—which make up this lifetime I call Gathering.

From my world to your heart,