I get this “Scatter” thing, Boo Berry Betty. I always scatter when there is a HUGE BIG MOTOR somewhere close.
I mean like RUUUUUUUUUUUUN! Is the word.
And RUN to the house is the answer.
Hiding in the house is the only way to go.
BUT—
Sometimes in the house—
MOM does the unthinkable!!!
SHE VACUUMS!!!
When that happens you and I have to
SCATTER!!!
TLC Cai-Cai
We are finishing up the the second cutting of the second field
One more field to cut, bale, stack, sell—
(We get three cutting per field a year)
In the middle of the haying now.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Always grateful.
For sunlight gives to us the beauty of our land
In such a way
Not only our hearts can feel the gift
The sunlight becomes tactile filling our souls and our consciousness.
From my Heart to your Heart,
Linda
“Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable”–Mary Oliver
Not so long ago–we were enjoying days that lasted long, long, long
And now our days are shortening—
heading us closer to that time of little daylight
But for, right now, in August—we are experiencing heat! Oh, how I love Summer,
But, for the first time EVER!
The heat is doing me in.
Sigh!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
One more field to cut—then we bale and stack. The second cutting is getting closer to finish.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Linda
We loaded up the 730
And headed up the Montrose Fair Grounds
Where Terry pulled 70% of his tractors’ weight.
It was a very fun evening!
Carpe Diem—grab the opportunity while it is here!
Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,
Linda
“Boo Berry Betty,” Mom called.
“Come now. The hens need to get out and go scratch around.
Come On. Leave them alone.”
What?!?! Stop? I haven’t even started.
I’m just standing here in front of the chicken house, not doing anything.
“Boo Berry,” Mom swooped down and picked me up.
“No herding chickens until I tell you.”
Off we went to the sidewalk.
Then Mom put me down.
“Here you go. Stay around here and play.”
Then Mom went to mow the lawn and I
RAN TO THE HOUSE
BIG MOTORS SCARE ME
“IN MOM! IN!”
Whew, Thank Heavens.
In. Mom can do her thing WITHOUT ME!!!
Boo Berry Betty
“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”–Paulo Coelho
The sun was just right…shining heavily in the west
When I noticed the absolute stillness of the herb garden
And the busy, busy, brisk, buzzing of a very wonderful bumble bee
As I stood still in this small enchanted place
I realized, sometimes sanctuary,
Is made up of peaceful sounds, the trilling of happy birds, a slight breeze,
and Color.
Creating an enchanting little place free from all the problems of other people; sharing in the obscure tiny lives of tiny little souls who live there.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
There is a time of day
Sometimes at the beginning of the day
Sometimes at the end of the day.
But always, always, no matter the ending or the beginning that special time is ephemeral, gradually perishing until only a memory.
( I really need to paint the house—sigh)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 