On the day the full moon of June arrived
Rested while being hugged and read too at the Mesa County Library Reading to Dogs program
Eight little kids got to love and hug and read a book to Rocky The Rock Star!
Even the adults got in on the hug/love/pet Rocky part!
Your the best, Buddy!
From Boomer the Beaglie, Sherlock
Each day is deceptive really. You think at the beginning of the day there is so much to do
You list of all the things you need to get done, as you lie in your bed, forcing your eyelids to ‘stay open’.
You mentally count off each thing, the weight of their worth etching into your mind the thought of time it will take to accomplish.
As you mentally tick off this and that you remember that one thing which suddenly flings you straight out of the bed, the energy of the thought echoing inside your head
That THIS is the day you must accomplish/go to/company coming/ whatever the marker is you’ve been working toward.
Then there you are, moving quickly and solidly and thoroughly through your day
The extraordinary happens!
All we have to do is look.
From my world to your heart!
Linda
How fast time flows. Sometimes I just amazed at how fast twenty years fly by.
Sometimes I wonder if somewhere along the way I stepped through a ley line. (A line of magnetic force) and zapped myself from there into here.
I still feel young. I still feel like maybe I’m 30-35 years of age.
But when I stop and think about it…I have lived all those years, I made the wear and tear on my body, although my soul doesn’t know it.
My mind and my memories know. Twenty years have flown, or thirty years or even more…depending on where my memories land.
Although time has gone fast, I must admit each moment is exquisite–in pain or happiness.
Each moment has made us who we are; who you are and who I am.
And THAT, my friends, is a very good thing.
Love,
Linda
We have this darling little nest out in the tractor shed….where one set of hatchlings have already occurred
There are three nests there, but only one female sitting. No true leisure for her.
Then letting the hen out of the hen house yesterday morning, I realized I had somehow trapped a hummingbird in with the hen overnight.
Well, that’s not a good thing I thought to myself.
Then later on in the afternoon, while laying fresh bedding down, a hummingbird buzzed my head…in the chicken house!
Non-plussed I wondered…what is going on here?!
Looking around to see what would be the attraction of little hummer to a chicken house
I found…
Another solid little nest, complete with a tiny graceful female hummingbird.
Now the paradox has begun
How to keep the chicken safe from predators at night, allow the hummingbird to feed as long as possible (they feed until dark) and get out early enough (they start feeding at first light) and keep the hen safe.
So at first light, I rush out to the hen house, open the door. Then at the very tail end of last light, I shut the door, even though the hen has been abed for a little while.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The almost full moon was lovely last night. Casting silver light everywhere
After we went for a wee ride
Sat the last tube in the furrow, we went in for the short summer rest, which seems to occur this time of year.
Later, much later, feeling restless Boomer, Mindy and I went for a short walk. I don’t like to travel too far when I have the cat trailing behind, or bouncing ahead, or running and hiding in the corn stalks.
It was a good thing I was still close to home just by the hay stackyard, when instinct, that voice of God, which we often ignore
Said, ”shhhhhhh. Stop, go back, hurry, grab the cat, and get over next to the barn.”
Which I listened to and followed exactly to the letter.
The light from the moon shining brightly on a lone coyote rushing through the shadows which haunt the darkness.
We headed back carefully…through the old corrals, cat in arms, Boomer at my feet, until safe in the farmyard, where we all went into the house for a short summer nap.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Ever since we got the shop built
I’ve been wanting a shop party!
Then Saturday….in an impulse of a moment
I got to have one!
In the rain, in the shop, a fun little celebration for a fourteen-year-olds birthday!
Love,
Linda
Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you. Hafez
The earth, the sky, water, animals, and plants all of the natural world—makes me happy.
Living on this farm, hugging on the farmer every night, or randomly throughout the day,
Those are all such joy producing moments
Every second of every day
The stories of each and everything surrounding me tells a story
Sometimes the story is one of sadness…like the two little baby raccoons smashed on the county road this morning
But the largest majority of the day (and night) is full of wonder
And, above all, magic.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Have you ever thought on the art of making choices?
Yesterday, while I worked in my yard,
In the huffing and blowing in the very warm late spring—nearly summer— wind
That silly little thought kept running around in my mind….. ‘what is the art of making choices’? I pondered from one garden bed to another
The wind flipped my hair here and there and everywhere, little bits of soil flying into my eyes
By the time I made it to the west side of the yard, I could hear the wind in the trees down at the other house.
Gradually, the wind slowed enough I could hear the bird’s singing in the rosebushes, and high in the tops of the trees in our yard
Still, I wondered: what is the art of making choices?
Finally, I decided…there is no art. You do the best you can do.
Every once in awhile you will make a wrong choice. Everyone does.
But no choice is never a good thing. With choosing ‘no choice’ we are choosing to not live, to experience, to be full and present in our lives.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Who is to say the Old Gods do not roam this world anymore? Those Old Mythical Creatures of Ancient times?
Or those Gods of the American Indian?
Whose to say that science isn’t right?
That everything and everyone is all created along logical sequence…and operate along the same way?
Who is to say that physics isn’t a true fact?
Or to argue the Holy Book(s) are not true?
Who is to say?
Not I…never me.
Ever!
Because I see the moods reflected in the sky.
I feel the wind ripple the water, the plants and touch my skin.
I stand all amazed at the morning light in the eastern sky
And walk at midnight under ragged clouds covering the moon as it advances across the heavens.
I’ve had my eyes filled with color as the noonday sun gradually slides into twilight and darkness
I’ve watched the earth turn…from the shortest days to the longest days. From the longest days back to the short dark days.
No matter how the heavens appear, or how they function, or what logic lays in their operation…I agree with those of old.
God(s) Make the Sky…there is no other explanation for me.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Terry and I were out changing the water in the little cornfield when I looked up and saw
A beautiful sight….a SUNDOG! Cooler weather would be on its way.
Then last evening, we started having scattered sprinkles. Gradually as the night wore on and early morning came, a thin, much cooler spike of air rippled in through the open windows….and it began to rain.
Not a lot of rain, but still air freshening, washing the plants off until they glow type of rain.
Hopefully, rain in the mountains is stopping those malevolent, absolute evil, fires raging there.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 