The sunrise starts a small bit earlier
And earlier.
The day lengthening and brightening
Saying, Wake-Up it’s a Beautiful Day!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I don’t know why I’m having a hard time sleeping at night
Fears and worries crowd my head, causing my eyes to flip open
And to STAY open. I will the shrieks and whistles in my brain to STOP—but you know the results.
Thank Heaven’s the nights are shortening and the days are stretching longer
I don’t know why this anxiety arrives within the night
Sometimes staying with me for a long-time after I get up and start the day.
Sigh.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
This time of year, {even though we are past the winter solstice} the sun seems to drop down behind the Uncompahgre Plateau quickly
Causing the night to rise up– onto the earth
And the frigid winter air to cool to a numbing upon the skin
Still, I like to walk a spell in the growing shadows, crowding upon the land
Feeling the air change…not just in temperature
But in the frosty particles of sky landing on my skin.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The big birds landing in the field
The golden sun shining beautifully on feathers
The air full of delight
Starling landing
Joy!
Cheep
Feathers
Landing
Perch
On a wire
For some reason, I haven’t been able to get very good photos of the birds this winter. Still, I thought to share with you the good and the now so good photos.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Chapter Nine
I hopped up on the windows sill to ponder this whole sad mess.
It was about the time I was feeling most discouraged when I saw
Boomer following Mom to the house.
I sat up and MEOWED “BOOMER! YOU ARE BACK!”
I kept meowing and meowing. I ran to the back door and meowed some more.
“Mindy Sue-Lou, what is up? Why are you so agitated?” Mom asked me after she came in from outside.
“COME TO THE BACK DOOR! BOOMER IS OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW! He followed you to the house. COME, MOM!”
Mom put on her coat and opened the back door for her and me to go outside.
“It’s dark, Mindy. Are you sure you really want to go outside?”
YES! YES! Hurry, MOM! Boomer is outside!
Mom and I made a mad dash out the door.
We looked all around.
Everywhere.
I would walk a little and wait for Mom. If she didn’t come, I meowed at her.
We looked at lots of places.
Sigh!
Nothing.
Mom and I went back into the house.
I headed back to my window.
Boomer WAS out there I know it!
BOOMER! I yelled mentally to the Rainbow Bridge. If you were out there please show me. Make it real!
I need to see you again!
I need help! BOOMER!!!
Meanwhile, right outside the kitchen window
“Anticipate each day as if it is your Birthday and you are turning 6 again.”–Mike Dolan
Today I am 72 years of age.
Seventy-two! What a gift!
Seventy-two years— hovering around me; my memories full of all those marvelous people who have filled my life — throughout my long years of living.
The cartwheeling joy of each and every day
Full of purring sounds of birds and everything which lives—compact, Specific on our farm.
72 years of constant, warm, space, my life,
In a pattern of scattering notes; creating, in the end, a melody called my life.
What a joy.
Happy Day of my birth.
Thank you, Mom and Dad!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I love the sun, and the moon, and Light
For without those things we can not have that other thing I love
Shadows!
Those unremarkable {But VERY remarkable} steady signs of Light!
Telling us anything is possible. For if there are shadows there is light.
And time is ours to create, imagine, explore, experience!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Love works magic. It is the final purpose of the world story, The Amen of the universe. — Novalis
The sun’s light rays shining gold upon the house, the barns, the fields
and cows.
Tenderly lighting the world
With a subtle magic
A type of healing
Which connects to the earth
Sewing it’s beauty into our souls.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Only taking off two weeks
For Christmas Holiday
Then back we started
Until yesterday
When all we had left were the giant chunks
TADA
Set for winter (and maybe next year, only time will tell)
The sky was stunning. A perfect ending to a very big and hard job.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
This morning, the wild marvelous Canada Geese, came to the cornfield next to our house
The air thrummed with the swoosh, swoosh, swoosh of their vigorous flight.
The calls of one to another like a roaring current of waves
Then the Snow Geese came…
Filling in the blank spots among the Canada Geese
The Geese have one cornfield next to our house, and the Sandhill Cranes have another cornfield behind our house—Good Manner’s you see.
What a huge marvelous blessing! The heartbeat of the large winter birds, rustling around in the corn stalks, whispering promises to each other, talking loudly in the wind.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda