Seems Like Cows have the Same Perplexes as We Do — Thursday, January 23, 2020

Walking at the Upper End,

there I saw Three Paths; two diverged and one traveled close by.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves, no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
It’s rather nice to know that, even in the animal kingdoms, there are those who travel side-by-side or right behind; and some wander off on adventures of their own.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda

The Sky is still Frumpy with Winter —Wednesday, January 22, 2020

The birds of winter—-

Those delightful wandering large and small birds

Filling the air with their gossip and chatter

Shining brightly there in the sky

Filling our lawn with their busy searching and scratching

Then suddenly lifting up in a huge swoosh of wings

The tap-tap tapping on the bark of the very old Cottonwood tree fills the cold winter air

A pair of owls gently shake the branches of the same tree each evening as they call one to the other 

A blackbird, of some sort, rests in the branches waiting for submissive sun take back the sky from clouds

The crows tell all the secrets of the land.

Thank Heavens for the winter birds.  They make my winter life ever so much better.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Fingers Crossed — the Corner Turned, Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Finally!

Crossing my fingers on both hands (my toes, my arms, my legs, my eyes)

This is the THIRD day without jaw, tooth, nose, eye pain!

I still have a dull, nagging roar of pain under my ear…but OH! MY! The joy of the lessening of the rest of the pain!

I am so incredibly grateful for starting to experience ‘feeling good’ again.

Yay!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Farm Does Not Confine — Monday, January 20, 2020

Terry, Boomer and I took a wee walk-about on the farm one evening

The sun was just starting to set and the day birds and day animals were slowly losing their loud thrumming and calling — settling down upon the land

We walked upon cow trails, avoiding the very snowy farm road

Past the cement ditches waiting for the thaw

and slumbering fields

As the wild Canada geese winged their way onto our farm

And the Sandhill cranes bedded down for the night

Filling the air with their trilling calls

 

We gradually made our way back to the house.

Our farm, not confining but defining us, like all sacred places.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

After Being all in a Fluster, I can now be Fluffed Up :) —- Sunday, January 19, 2020

A thousand tiny minutes and lots of sewing (and taking out)

I got another quilt done.  Those terrible corners on the outside band drove me into a whirling, wheeling misery.

But…they are done now.  Thank Heavens.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm

There are Some Things I JUST Do not Understand —- Thursday, January 16, 2020

A snowstorm is due in here this evening.  This I can understand

For I can see it in the sky, starting to develop, grow and draw closer to us

I don’t really understand numbers—although, Pythagoras, figured out that everything in and of and surrounding the earth is made of numbers (horrors)

So to his knowledge, a snowstorm is a math equation….ICK!

I also don’t understand money (money is numbers really), so, therefore, I don’t understand finance, markets, hedge funds, private equity, venture capital, basis points, bonds —–AAAAAAAAAACK!

But I do like to think, I understand stories.  And I like to tell the story I understand to you in photo form with words to help explain.

These things (words and pictures) help me show you the story of each and every day of my life and those who share my life with me.

So as the winter storm develops out of the mists of clouds and air…I share with you a bit of my life devoid of numbers.  🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

That Ancient and Mysterious Time of Day — Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Since I gave you our sunrise, I thought I might give you the day’s end in this post 🙂 

Where, sometimes, the fat marvelous clouds race over the land, or settle on the top of Grand Mesa,

Or smother the stars, whereby only a crack of the setting sun appears

Still, as night comes on, and the moon rises…I can feel in my heart that God(s) is there and is the same thing to all, even if living with different names.  One God, many names, etched there in the darkening or daylight sky.

A blessing for all, for each of us.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Watching that Morning Sky — Monday, January 13, 2020

Dawn is a slowly growing experience.  Always.  But more so in the dead of winter

The air actually starts to feel like it is growing lighter, like ripples akin to a stream

The dark of the night leaving, the color of the day creeping upward

Small slivers of pink glide across the horizon

Until the night shadows retreat; color breaking forth to light our active days

The game camera caught me while out taking photos of that amazing beginning of a short winter day.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

A Generous Gift of Extraordinary Kindness — Sunday, January 12, 2020

On a very cold day, with snow starting to fall

I sat down to my computer to start my morning computer work

(See the moon between the frozen branches of the Forsythia bush? 🙂  )

There in my in-box was a beautiful gift of warmth and green lush grass and four darling

eyes looking around their glittering island home, of Marco Island, Florida.

A huge wonderful gift from Wayne and Carolyn Maxwell, Terry’s sister and brother-in-law (enjoying warm air and sunshine, ocean sunsets in their amazing winter home.)

Thank you so very much!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Mindy and Boomer Have an Adventure Chapter Five, Friday, January 10, 2020

Chapter Five

Geez, traveling with Boomer is ever so booooooooring!  Boring!  I mused as I left Boomer trailing behind Mom with a determined look on his face.

Winter is long, the days are long, the nights are horribly long; all I want to do is get out of the house and explore.

Hum…no one has been here. I don’t even see a raccoon footprint.

Let me see that wild cat hasn’t been by the yard for a long time.  I wonder if all the cows chased him away.  I think I take a little peek in the canal—sometimes I can catch that mean, wild, thing trying to slip onto the farm and grab some of the mice who hang out by the barn.

Nope, no strange cat prints.

I think I am going to head to the Cross-Over ditch. It’s rather dull here.  There are lots of things to see and do way up to the ditch.

Let’s see; let me count the ways:

  1. Play on the haystacks as I go by
  2. Run up and over and in the spare-parts combine
  3. Scrabble onto the fence, then scram back down as fast as possible
  4. Run up and down on the implements resting on the by-way.
  5. If I am lucky, I’ll scare up some mice. Mice are yummy for the tummy, you know.
  6. Then it’s a long run/halt/run through the open ditch searching for mice and birds and other creatures hiding there
  7. It Dad hasn’t closed off the irrigation pipes I can run into the pipe a long way, turn around and run back out.

(I have a feeling the pipes are closed off.  It seems Dad does that before the snow comes. —But I will go look anyway)

  1. Finally, I will make it to the Cross-over pipe. I usually don’t EVER go there unless I’m with Mom, Mom and Dad, and Boomer.  But today I WILL!

Okay, before I go, let me head over to the woodpile.  I like the woodpile.  There are MICE in the woodpile.  I’ll just hang out and grab a snack or two. Then head off through the corrals, past Dad working on one the buildings and be on my way to the Cross-Over pipe!