Grocery Shopping — Thursday, June 25, 2020

I have been fixing food for years now.  Lots and lots and lots of years

When I was very young I delighted in cooking. ‘Helping’ my Momma or one of my Grandmothers.

Then as a young wife, the excitement of creating food for my husband

Was an adventure (and an eating challenge, to say the least)

So time goes on, many trips to the grocery store occur, lots of meals prepared and eaten until we reach today

I think my whole life has been made up of food:

  • Thinking about food
  • Read books about food
  • Hunting a.k.a. grocery buy—- for food
  • Making food
  • Going to an eating place to order food
  • Waiting for people to bring me/us food
  • Talking with others about food

And now TODAY (while shopping) questioning the lack of food

To be honest with you, I’m tired of the subject of food.

Sigh.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

 

 

Those Greedy Blood Sucking Bugs are Claiming Their Territory —- Wednesday, June 24, 2020

It’s been so dry our little (slue) pond

It is now dry.  That is a good thing and a bad thing

Good because the mosquitoes can live and breed there.

A bad thing because now the wildlife must travel

to the ditches to get a drink of water

But the other news from out on the farm —are the biting bugs.  They are many and they are thick.

Deerflies, biting flies, you name it.

Here is a horsefly for you….yes, they ARE that big, about the size of my thumb…

And the bites HURT!! 

I should have waited until it landed, but I actually didn’t want too.  🙂

Just say’n! 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Glowing Twilight with Scattered Shadows — Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Summer evenings are the best!

The sky streaked with orange and pink

The air softening

The hot heavy wind turning into more of breeze (thankfully)

The clouds seemly gilded in gold

Or strewn throughout with pink and purple

We are desperate for rain, [still], the sun lifts up the loose crust of the earth making the dust a thing more of beauty than something to shield your eyes from.

Twilight…the perfect time before the gloaming.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

Finally Done—After Redoing IT Three Times —- Monday, June 22, 2020

Finally, I got this one done.  It’s taken me three times.  The first time I used a color to match the Heavenly Blue Morning Glories—what a mess.

The material stretched and wrinkled and bunched.

It was terrible.

Then I used a better more expensive material, which went together nicely —but I didn’t like the width of the blocks.

After taking everything out for the last time, cutting back the strip size I finished.

Now as I’m looking at it I can see FLAWS!

Shish!

I think I’ll take a break on this for a spell.  Maybe for the rest of my life!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Bone Chilling Beauty of Fire — Sunday, June 21, 2020

Last Tuesday,

June 16, 2020 smoke filled our skies,

our eyes, and our lungs

The smoke came into us from the huge fire in Durango, Colorado 

And another one on the Indian Reservation called the Six-Shooter Fire

Plus those fires burning in Arizona.

Fires, ever so deadly…

Please…remember to be careful in this hot dry windy time.

Please.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Two, Friday, June 19, 2020

Chapter Two

 

Okay, enough is enough!

I’ve slept the sleep of the dead. I’ve slept on the kitchen floor where I can keep cool.

I’ve slept in my warm Boomer Sofa where I can stay warm.

I’ve slept out in my bedroom where I can stretch out and roll around.

I’ve SLEPT!

I’m tired of sleeping.

Just say’n

It’s TIME to GO OUTSIDE!

I pushed the back door open, picked up my bum leg, and hopped outside!

There is news out here just I know!

Let’s see check this out.

Now check this out

What’s over here.

OKAY!  That’s enough.  Time to move off the step.

Into the Garden, I go

Look this way

And That

OOOOOOOOOOOOO BAYYYYYYYYYYYY SMELL THIS!!!

Raccoon…during the night.

Always. RACCOON in the Garden!  BAYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Oh! Hi Mom!

Raccoon in your garden

Go figure.  Mom doesn’t understand Beaglie talk.

Oh, Well…I’ve known that for years.

Oh! Here comes Dad!

“Come on Boomer!  Let’s go!” Mom called me.

GO!
You Bet!

The Gift of Sunlight, Water, Air—Thursday, June 18, 2020

We are back to having wind

…not a soft breeze, or a lovely gentle rush of air

But the blazing strength type of wind which whips your words away in a huge rush

The kind of wind which bends trees and drys out the land

Still, it’s all good.

Irrigation water has been cut back, causing us to change it every 8 hours, three times a day.

I think the Gods are watching us…

To see if we care about the gift of land, and sun, and air

We try to be good stewards.  It’s time-consuming, but very rewarding.

Then of an evening, we like to watch the world slow down.

 

Each and every day

Priceless.

“No! I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith.”–R.A. Salvatore, Streams of Silver

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Because Everything is Beautiful—Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Sometimes I am so, well, —  happy

The farm is just so beautiful

The farmyard is beautiful

The sunlight waking the earth from a wee sleep during the night is stunning

Brilliant light on the un-farmed parts, where the wild critters play remarkable

The air around the yard rich with the smells of lilies

A feast of color for the eyes

The heady aroma of roses

The happiness of our land squeezes my heart

Then while out setting water for the last time….walking in the exact same spot we have walked ‘for-ever’

I realized the pink rock I had set tubes by for years

— Was a perfect little gift from the Universe in the form of a heart!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Where the God(s) Live—Tuesday, June 16, 2020

As a child, I often wondered (sometimes worried) where does God Live?

When I asked ‘those who know’  they always pointed to the sky

Somewhere way up there far, far away

Or, if I were at church, my Sunday School teacher would say “Here in God’s House”

Now, that REALLY got me concerned, because AFTER ALL, here we were all tromping around in GOD’S HOUSE

And God was NEVER Home!

Of course, over-time, Momma explained to me that God lived in our hearts

Which became truly confusing, because I could never really feel a BIG, All-Encompassing person, with a white robe, white hair and beard, and scary fiery eyes —-in my heart.

Wouldn’t my heart be too heavy for my body then?

My paternal Grandmother (who was a STAUCH Presberterian) said, “No, Linda…not a physical person in your heart…but a feeling in your heart”!

Still very confused I took my worry, my small child’s concern to my maternal grandmother (who was a staunch Baptist)

Who told me to pray about my question to the Heaven/God and see what I learn.

“O!”

New thought!

So I prayed.  Every night. Every morning. Asking where God lived.

I was sitting outside on the cement step with my maternal Grandfather when I thought to ask him the question—“Where does God live?”

“Why, Sweet Thing, he lives everywhere.  And nowhere

“He is a great mystery.  And one we should always honor.” Granddad reached over and pulled me next to him, took up my hand, and placed it in his.

God belongs to no one and everyone. He is in many forms and helps many people.

He touches all of us, just like the light from the sun and the moon and the stars.

Then he pulled me close in a hug.

It was then I understood.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The God(s) Do Talk to Us —- Monday, June 15, 2020

Your God, My God, and Everyone’s God

Talks to us.

Sometimes they talk in signs

Sometimes writing in the heavens

Sometimes sending the sun to chase away the shadows

Often times the messages are so loud and clear

We can not hear or see

We are looking for an answer

That Crashes like a Symbol!  Something that SHOUTS!

But the answers are always there…

The answers filter into our thoughts,

Subtle, but profound

It’s up to us to listen—

With our souls.

If we truly and honestly want an answer.

From my world to your heart,

Linda