As We Left the Basketball Game Yesterday —- Sunday, February 9, 2020

Walking out of the gym in Parachute, Colorado I had to marvel at the beauty of the full moon

It was stunning, rising above the mountains and the Bus and Maintenance barn

The silver moonlight followed us all the way home, through Debeque Canyon, over the desert to home…the glow of February’s lovely full moon.

From my heart to your world,


Mindy and Boomer Have an Adventure Chapter Nine Friday, February 7, 2020

Chapter Nine

“BOOMER!!!” Mindy yelled.  “BOOMER Come SEE!”

I trotted over, put my nose to the ground and smelled.


“Yes!  A Very big cat! Are we safe, Boomer?”

“Well,” I pondered, “I think so.  We’ve had them walk down the farm road and the irrigation pipes before and nothing ever came of it.  Although, I did hear Mom and Dad talking about our neighbor, just over the way from the Back Forty, losing several sheep to a Mountain Lion.”

“SHEEP!”  Mindy jumped sky-high landing on her four feet over on the other side of the paw print. “These big cats eat SHEEP!?!?!”

“And other things.” I mused.  I remember Etta, my  sweet lovely Etta telling me they were out on a hike once and came across a BIG CAT in a tree. She said those big cats don’t waste their time eating mice and birds, they need BIG things to fill their tummies so they eat horses, cows, calves, sheep, goats…you know BIG things.”

“Oh!  Boomer!  Does the smell say the cat is gone?  I really don’t want to be food.”

Sniff, sniff, snuff, snuff…” yes gone. Gone one down the road.  I think we are safe.”

“BUT Mindy…the sun has set and now it’s dark.

Dark is NEVER a good thing out on the farm


“OH! BOOMER! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO!!!” Mindy wailed.

It was just at the very moment when:

“Danger!” Mindy screamed.  “Danger!”



I’ve Been Thinking — Thursday, February 6, 2020

We have been going to our oldest grandson and our oldest granddaughter’s basketball games

As I sat there Tuesday afternoon and way into the evening

I marveled at how amazing these young people are (not just my grandchildren, but all the kids out on the court—all of them)

It’s a very special time, for each young man and young woman.  They are being gifted with teachers, coaches, plus parents and grandparents who believe in them.

Not only believe in them but are willing to help the young adult stretch and experience and sometimes to pick them up so they can start all over again.

The message to each young mind is: “You can Become.  You can mold yourself into whatever you want to be and you can do whatever you want to do”.

Here are the tools. Even horrible situations of misery — have adults close by who care about the student.

Once we leave the nest, those days are over.  Sure there will be special people who come along for a spell…echoing the voice and lessons from that growing time of the past.

There will be experiences which lift us up interweaving spells of joy and tears

Never again will we ever get to experience that special time of support we get before we become full-fledged adults.

Once we are adults we figure out…adulting is hard.  Even though, we strain and strive for it all through our high school years.

From my world to your heart,



A Sharp Shard of Nasty Cold Temperature—Wednesday, January 5, 2020

It’s terribly cold here.  5*F (-15 c)  when I work up this morning, with a feels like 1*F (-17*c) temp.

Although, we don’t have snow. Thankfully.  Cold and snow make me feel even Colder!

The grasping nasty cold has the little goats struggling.  Although, they have a very warm house, full of warm sawdust and lots of good food

Their ages are working against them.  When they came to live on the farm they were very elderly and in a rather poor condition.  They had spent all their lives in a tiny box of a pen only able to stand and move to the food box then move back to the end of the stall to sit down again…not enough to stretch and run and jump as goats love to do.

Our oldest daughter, whose goats they are, has worked with them —allowing them to have a very luxurious pen, with lots, and lots of runs to run in.  Very good food and lots of brushing and pets.

I take down apples and special goat treats daily, the two little goat brothers coming happily to be fed.

Still, this winter has been hard on them.  Causing their ancient bones to stiffen up; making movement very hard.  Right now in the dry, extremely hard cold, it seems worse.

Winter..I am a tad ready for you to fly away, and be gone.

Which reminds me…I saw two Western Meadowlarks two days ago.  And last week a flock of about 8 (eight) Mountain Bluebirds.  Hopeful signs of warmer days to come!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



While the Earth is Frozen and the Sky Full of Leaden Clouds —-Tuesday, February, 4, 2020

I’ve finished another quilt.

For some reason, this has been a hard quilt to put together.  You wouldn’t think after doing the other three quilts it would be, but it was.

I didn’t have enough of each type of square, for one thing, then each square was quilted differently…and I made the purple strips too small…

Gradually it started to unfurl and come together.   Enough so, I can pronounce it DONE!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Shoes or the Lack-There-Of—Monday, January 3, 2020

I try to wear something on my feet all the time,…although, I think shoes are so confining.

Outside walking is NOT the same as Inside walking—those days of just running outside in bare feet are over

Now (if the ground is not wet) I can struggle along with socks and flip flops

Slip-on shoes for the rest of the time

With socks.  Shoes without socks feel rather ‘not right’

But this is my preferred mode of travel on the farm…socks, and flip-flops 🙂 In the winter-time.

Of course, there are those moments, with the mud is just way too much for anything, but


Terry is always practical; his shoes appropriate to the ground.

But, if I am very careful, and walk-in old footprints…I can still go about in winter in my favorite mode of SHOE!!!

🙂 🙂 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Beings that Brighten the Winter Sky — Sunday, February 2, 2020

A little shadow of a ringed-neck dove

The sound of large wings swooshing through the air

Watching the big birds landing

I love the calls ringing across the land

Rare that the cranes and geese mix, but they do

Their songs streaming though-out the trees

My heart lifts with them as they fly up, up, up

I love hiding so I can sneak up while they are pecking on the seeds

So I sing to you the song

Of the winter sky!

From my world to your heart,




Mindy and Boomer Have an Adventure Chapter Eight, Friday, January 30, 2020

Chapter Eight

I stopped and just stared down the road.  I have a suspicion I know where Mindy went.

I took off as fast as my Beagle legs could carry me.

I had found Mindy’s tracks

And where she rolled in the dirt,

which gave me a very fresh scent

Then I saw where she climbed into the ditch, hum…. oh, yes, out she came here.

O! OH! Humm…. herked up mouse guts.  Rather nasty.  I guess Mindy ate too many mice.

On I traveled…not long now before I get to the cross-over pipe….I have a feeling I will run into Mindy at the cross-over pipe.  She LOVES going with Mom, Dad and Myself when we walk up to the cross-over pipe.  I don’t know why I didn’t think of that myself.

I kicked it into high gear.

The sun was starting to set, but that’s okay.  I know the farm like the pads on my paws.


The Cross-Over pipe is LOTS of fun!

Once I catch up with Mindy, we can have our adventure!


Now I wonder what this paw print is?  Mindy sniffed around on the print.

Cat?  Wow!  That is some kind of Big Cat? WOW!

I Welcome You to My Daily Prayer of Thanks —- Thursday, January 30, 2020

The winter birds lift my heart in gratitude each and every moment of each and every day

I always stand outside (each and every day) raise my hands to the sky

And Yell—yes I yell—Please come to our farm! Each and all of you are welcome

And it seems to be working

It’s true I reach out to them with scattered seeds and yummy bits of bird food

I honestly don’t care what variety comes

How big or how small

They are all welcome.

(Even sleepy little loud noisy starlings)

Wings, and brilliant colors, our farm is L.O.U.D with song!

Welcome! I call.

I feel truly blessed!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Happy Birthday Little Min-Min Kit-Kat Brown—-Wednesday, January 29, 2020

Happy Birthday, Mindy-Lou Kitty

We are really not sure how old you are…maybe seven or eight, or close to that anyway

You lived a long, long time in the wild and had several litters of kittens.  It was when you were having your last litter, I met you. You had traveled from a long way to the other house.

I was working down at the other house when I saw you and you saw me.  So I started feeding you every day—yummy cat cereal and canned cat food.

Gradually over time, you followed me home.

Making friends with Dad first, then friends with Boomer

Then Me.  It took you a while to like me when there was DAD to like you!

Happy Birthday, Little kitty. You’ve lived with us four, almost five years now.

You are a huge part of lives!

From Mom, Dad, Boomer, and the two hens!

(From my world to your heart 🙂  )