Tag Archives: 2022

The Decision is Always the Universe’s —- Monday, June 13, 2022

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Sometimes I wonder, as I work around the yard

How did I not see (when I was younger)

How fast, how very fast

Each and every day of our lives

Slips silently and intently toward that horizon

called Death

Or, the Other Side.

Each day, so beautiful and bright, punctuated here and there with this and that, sometimes something so dark and dismal it’s hard to get through, other times so full of beauty and happiness your heart illuminates your whole being.

Quickly, quickly, time passes.  Each day and night, so full of life–your life. My life. The gift of being alive.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

Our Neighbor’s Daughter —- Sunday, June 12, 2022

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Our Neighbor’s Daughter, Jill sent to us

A photo of our house, from her parents’ house

With a Rainbow right over our tractor sheds!

WOW!  Thank you so much, Jill!

Our very own rainbow.  We would have never known if you had not shared with us!

From our hearts to your world,

Linda

The Adventures of TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Farm Adventures, Those Who Live with Me, Friday, June 10, 2022

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We have a chipmunk…

actually, two that live with me in the farm yard.  But Mom can never seem to get a photo of them.  These Chips are the descendants of two Chips

who were friends with Sam-Sam.

And Fuzzy.

And Boomer.  Now their great, great grands are friends with me.

Since Mom can’t get a photo of them, she is posting one she saw out on the farm—where I NEVER go.

We also have several ground squirrels who share the chicken feed with the chickens.

Once more these are the descendants of Stanly and Stewart and their lovely squirrel wives—Shirley and Shelia.

It seems whenever Mom is around and the squirrels are around, she never has her camera.  BUT— out on the farm, Mom saw a squirrel hiding behind his tail.  So cute-thought Mom.

We also have a family of bunnies.

Momma bunny told me it was much, much safer to hang around the farm yard, than the farm proper.  She knows, she was over by the equipment area when she grew up.

It was a dangerous and very scary place to live.

The Gambol Quails have migrated in to share dinner with the hens.  They are extremely fast.  (and, of course, Mom never has her camera when she is working in her yard.)

The pair of Gambol Quails have BABIES— that run and dart very fast.  I have a goal….no! No! NO!!!! I don’t.  Never!  I can’t even think of that goal!  EVER!!!!

One day I was a tad bored, Skitter Bug was close, I was bored so I hopped out from under the peony bush right on her back. (Mom saw).  Mom screamed NO!

She didn’t need to scream.

Skitter Bug turned around very fast and pecked the heck out of me, then when I fell over, she flew up and pounced on ME!

Let’s just say—hens are off the grocery shopping list. (Although to be fair to me, I didn’t want to eat her, just play with her.)

We have

birds,

and birds

and

lots of birds.

 

One day we had a hawk…

WOW,  THAT BIRD IS BIG!!! 

I had to hide in the wood pile.  Mom was outside and saw the hawk.  She yelled at the hawk—“SHOO! Go away!

(I’m not sure if this IS a hawk—any ideas?)

These animals in the farm yard are NOT your dinner.”  The hawk just looked at Mom, but he did fly away.

So—that’s the working list of animals in the farm yard.

Plus, Me, Dad, and Mom.

(We also have a badger…Mom…did you hear me?)

TLC Cai-Cai

What is Left After Hope —Thursday, June 9, 2022

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Maybe the better way to phrase the question

After Hope

Then what?

Why—Faith!

This means—take a few steps at a time toward mini-goals

Even if you can only see your own feet

Then belive in yourself,

Do not let your mistakes define you

Then gradually, gradually the way

The way will be clear—your steps firm

The final destination is clear.

Hope, then faith, and action—one step at a time, is all it takes.

(And—I know, all of this can be hard to see and do.  But this is really all the Universe asks of us—)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

In a World of Dreaded Monsters —Wednesday, June 8, 2022

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Monsters that leap (listening/reading/thinking about the “news”)

and dance, (all our politicians, who live in candy houses — here and there, worldwide and local)

grab you as you cross over bridges, (fuel prices)

and parade through our nightmares (cost of living, work problems, not enough money to go around)

There is always hope!  Once you understand Hope, you can not understand again)

(This is our first rainbow of the late Spring/Summer—what a huge delight!)

From my world to your heart,

 

 

 

One Thing About It—Tuesday, June 7, 2022

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Life on a farm

Is never Boring

Each and every day’s activities

Are Tangible.

The yard adds an expansive bit of work

Each ‘job’

Every bit of movement

Is a note on a scale

writing a symphony

A series of rhymes

That will complete itself at harvest.

A bit of magic to give back to the Earth

At the same time giving us the joy of work.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Whipping Gusts of Wind —- Monday, June 6, 2022

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Not only filling your eyes, ears, nose, and HAIR

Full of dirt!

It has a tendency to whip your words away!

.Even on a clear day the dirt devils fling bits of this and that here and Up THERE!

In spite of all that…Linkin found a Heart Rock just for me! (and for her)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

When Bone Weary Exhaustion Hits —- Sunday, June 5, 2022

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You come back feeling an electric zing of

REFRESHMENT!

Nothing like the wind in your hair, a fast car, and a break from all the work!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Farm Adventures, Working with Mom, June 3, 2022

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When Dad goes out to the farm with one of his HUGE, BIG, LOUD machines

Mom goes into her yard, or out by the farm buildings, or into the corrals, or something or other.

The second I hear the back door open and then shut

I know Mom is outside somewhere.

Someplace.

Somewhere.

I stop what I’m doing and start looking for Mom.

Sometimes I look for Mom in a sneaky way—like hide here and there.

Hide under this.

Or that.

Then I walk very quietly to Mom

Sit down and wait for Mom to notice me.

Other times I run down the road

As fast as I can.

Soon as I get to Mom, I start rubbing myself all along her legs.

Either way, Mom always stops and gives me really nice rubs and pets

Then Mom ‘gets to work’

Sometimes that means dragging the hose all over the lawn

Or loading up the wheel barrels with shovels, rakes, and the hoe

Other times it means Mom sits down on the side of the flowerbeds and starts grabbing the weeds

No matter what Mom starts doing I hang around with her

I hang around

And around

And—

This is so sooooo boring.

I don’t mind waiting and waiting if there is a mouse to torment

catch

But just laying in the shade, under a big leaf, waiting on Mom

IS—-

I’m done!

See you later, there are things to do, and mice to catch!


TLC Cai-Cai

Finders Keepers — Thursday, June 2, 2022

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WOW! Look at this!!!

Gotta hurry and scarf this down

Maybe just pack the cheeks and take it home.

Later that day —

I smell FOOD!

I know I do

Where is the food?  There are little chips all over the place.

Well, clean up the crumbs as fast as I can.

What?!

Gone?

Even the crumbs?!

Even the crumbs!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda