The End—Wednesday, May 25, 2022

I was looking at clouds, as we changed water one day —this cloud looks like it had a definite end; as at the end of a funnel

Then the End of the day colored this set of clouds

In a most glorious way

The End of the day’s sunlight!

The South End of our farm is called the Upper End an end of the farm, on the Southside.

The Last Set of the day—a type of end to our work 🙂

The End, just before the rest, after, which, comes the Beginning!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



A Post all about Birds —Tuesday, May 24, 2022

Sometimes I wonder if birds are the physical stardust of the earth

Since the earth is magnetic

Attaching all of us to its magnetic current.

The birds live here with us

Scattering their pixie dust upon our beating hearts

Their voices are the music of the heavens

Their flight is a type of wonder for our eyes

Watching them is an extraordinary experience

we can quickly become hypnotized.

Exquisite, actually

Even the sudden flight of Mr. PH

Or the mad dash into the air by both—Mr. Ph and Mrs

Then there is the bounce and hop of the Red-Red Robin

Or the flight of a Quail—oh, my! 🙂


For our eyes

They are up and away

In a second.

A beautiful moment of joy/wonder/delight

Yes, I do believe

Birds are the Earth’s

Star Dust

The living breathing answer to happiness!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


A Serendipity Moment —-Monday, May 23, 2022

My beautiful sister-in-law, Cloudy, and my brother (Dan) were driving through Durango, Colorado last winter when they came across a piece of property that spoke to Cloudy’s soul.

Dan agreed, It was the place of their dreams.

They invited us to come see— so into the San Juan Mountains we drove.

So off we went over the Million Dollar Highway

On to Red Mountain Pass

Then through Molas Pass

And Coal Bank

Until we arrived!

It’s a stunning piece of property

Their house overlooks several ponds, a large meadow


Many buildings

Including a greenhouse, which Cloudy loves.

Lots of Rainbow trout, they are raising

And Cloudy’s new pets—6 ducks

(This photo is taken at our house, their house is more artistic)

I am so happy for them

Serendipity—something we would all love to experience.

Just look what Serendipity did for Dan and Cloudy!

From my heart to your world,


At Some Point —- Sunday, May 22, 2022

“At some point in life, the world’s beauty becomes enough.  You don’t need to photograph, paint, or even remember it.  It is enough.” — Toni Morrison 

When I was little my Mother used to tell me, that whenever we had fog (Fog is a rare and beautiful thing here in the High Mountain Desert)

That a cloud came to Earth for a rest.

Saturday morning, we woke to a cloud sitting on our part of the Earth; resting.

From my world to your heart,



The Adventures of TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Farm Adventures, May 20, 2022

Just so you know—I wake up BEFORE Mom and Dad!  I mean BEFORE!  Like when the sky is still dark, but there is a tiny rim of light over there in the East and two BIG stars, one high and one low shining brightly.

Mom always gets up at 5:00 a.m., but I get up Before MOM!

Until Mom and Dad get up, I do things to help them get up: I run across the bed really, really fast. Then jump off.  I walk as heavy as I can up Dad, cross over the top of his head and the pillow, onto Mom’s head and pillow, and walk down her as hard as I can.

Then when Mom turns over on her back I walk up (HEAVY) and stop right on her stomach and stand hard and stare at her.  When she opens her eyes and starts to touch me I lay down fast and put my face right into her face and PURR!

Then Mom and I have a long, long, long pet/purr time before I get tired and jump up, push-off,  and jump down.

If Mom doesn’t get up right then I do everything I can to get her up—I sit in the window and try to climb the screen to get at the Swallows building nests onto the house, (That ALWAYS gets me yelled at).

When I get tired of all those things, and I want Mom to get up and get me some yummy food from a can, I CLAW the drapes.


Mom flings herself out of bed and yells at me to STOP; I run off fast into the kitchen where I wait.

Yep! Five O’clock! Time for mom to rise and shine!

The Day has Started!

Smirk, Smirk!

TLC Cai-Cai


From Northern Illinois — Wednesday, May 18, 2022

Hi Linda.

I was listening to the St. Louis Cardinals baseball game this evening when I noticed the sun was sneaking out to the West. There were still the dark rain clouds to the South. I figured I better go take a look to the East.


WOW!  A double rainbow!

Thank you ever so much from me and everyone who reads my blog!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Trip with a Great Group of Friends — Tuesday, May 17, 2022

We belong to the Delta Street Rodder’s Car club

Every month someone in the club volunteers

To lead a group of (however many people who belong to the club) want to go on a cruise

For our cruise in May

(the April cruise went to Arizona and traveled Route 66)

Sam and Kyla led us across the Colorado Monument

Where we stopped off an on to see the sights

Met lots and lots and lots of the two-wheeled riders on the road

Those who could drove with their tops down

The curves were many —- complete with several fun tunnels

A stop at the Visitor’s Center

The air was perfect, the sunshine plentiful

Here is a map of the road

We ended at Munchie’s in Fruita, where Sam and Kyla had a reserved table set up and waiting for us.

Then we all headed our separate ways.

A perfect day!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Survivors of Winter — Monday, May 16, 2022

I always wonder how the wee little animals do

Mr. P with his feathers are shinny and georgous

The silent winging of our resident hawk

The happy peaceful feeling

Being out THERE on the farm.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


When the Going Gets Tough —- Sunday, May 15, 2022

The wind is so over-the-top

And I am so OVER IT!!

See all the trash blown in from everywhere!

Feeling sorry for myself and all the extra work

I looked down—and the Earth gave me a kiss!

A wonderful heart rock!

Smiling all the way…rake in hand.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,