The silence of shadows
The cows busily eating and a bird over head
Silence called peace as the solar lights come on
in the darkening of the day.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Thanks to our son-in-law, Cliff
For coming out and helping Terry
Thereby actually giving Terry someone who will/and did CLIMB up on the roof
one side officially completed (with trim and everything)
We will work on the other side as soon as the cows get out.
I will paint the old doors white and the trim…as soon as the air warms a bit more.
Gosh, this is nice!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Mom says snow is one of those weather things that is—well, a person had mixed feelings about. (Cats don’t have mixed feelings about snow…just so you know.)
Snow is beautiful to look at.
Snow is necessary to have water…. water to drink,
water to irrigate with, and for the land —it nourishes the roots of all the plants…weeds, and good plants.
Sometimes we get blizzards. I’ve really never seen a blizzard, but I have been in the WIND full of SNOW!!! Mom says THAT is a blizzard!
When a cat (or a person) is in a blizzard there is so much snow and wind you can’t see ANYTHING!!
Nothing! It’s scary.
AND YOUR FUR GETS VERY, VERY WET!!!!
That’s when I meow to come inside and stay inside.
I let Mom and Dad go outside and do all those ‘outside’ things they like to do.
After the snow ends…then we start one of a couple of different types of Winter—SO COLD YOUR PAWS STICK TO THE GROUND or Mud Season.
I don’t know which is worse. Mom calls horrible cold an inversion. She says it is pretty. And it does kill all the nasty bugs, but oh, my is it ever cold!
Then there is everyone’s dreaded season—melt. Snowmelt. When that happens, you get MUD!
On your paws, where you have to take your teeth and pull it out, on your lovely fur, where Mom gets a wet rag and washes you all over–
and MUD ON MY TAIL! Horrors!
Then there is mud on shoes, boots, in the house from the back porch to the stool where the shoes and boots are removed.
Mud season is pretty messy.
That is for sure!
TLC Cai-Cai
It’s the tiny moments of life, which make our lives so much more than those overwhelming BIG things.
It’s really those tiny moments which whisper—-shhhh—all will be well.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Wind is the worst!
Mom says Wind in the Winter is the worst, she rather likes wind any other time.
Wind in the Winter is COLD!
I agree with her! Wind in the Winter is horrible, terrible, and bad!
It snaps the trees, throws tree branches every which way,
picks up all the weeds, and flings them in your face, not to mention…what it does to a CAT!
There are warm fuzzy covers for dogs, and humans have hats, gloves, and hooded jackets to put under big thick heavy coats and socks and boots and…. well, you get the picture.
Cats, now…they don’t get any of that stuff. Just think what a cold nasty wind can do to trees and weeds, now think of what wind does to cats!!!
TLC Cai-Cai
There is always—-and I do mean ALWAYS!
One.
But in this case (this year) There are TWO!
So annoying!
These two walk over the fences like the fences aren’t even there!
At least twice a day!
Such a pain!
I looked back, as Terry and I were pushing the cows back into the field and saw TLC helping us.
What a cat!
WHAT NAUGHTY COWS!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Here is a wee walk-about
Showing to you, that old, old story,
Of the silence, which is really not silent
of the beauty of our each and every day.
That sense of timelessness
Of marvelous and easy grace
Casting a tiny spell of contentment
A sense of wonder
Of daily life on our farm.
🙂
From my world to your heart,
Linda
We have the shingles off
And started putting down the boards.
Come Monday —- “If the Good Lord is will’n and the Creek don’t rise”, we will have the tar paper on, and the metal roof.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Mom always checks the weather on the weather apps. She says it gives her an ‘idea’ of what the weather is going to be.
Then Mom goes and looks at the Uncompahgre Plateau—if there is a line of huge big black clouds over the Plateau in the west…
Then Mom knows a BIG STORM is HEADING OUR WAY!
If Mom sees a mass of clouds already in the canyons, dumping moisture then she knows in a few minutes we are going to get ‘it’.
And Mom is always right! The only thing Mom can’t predict is how COLD it’s going to get, by looking at the canyons or the Uncompahgre Plateau, but she can tell by the feel in the air, the crispness,
the look of the sun, as it shimmers through the sky, and sometimes by seeing Sun Dogs.
Then Mom starts warming up the hen house by putting in a red heat lamp. Red—because if you don’t use red the hens will start picking on each other. Something about seeing everything better, I suppose.
She makes the heat lamp turn on when the temperatures drop way down to 10* and stays on until around 9 in the morning when the birds can start taking care of themselves.
As for keeping me warm, she says I’m smart enough I can go outside if I want, or I can stay inside, or I can come and go. She says I decide since I’m not living in the hen house.
Mom is funny, don’t you think? I would never live in the hen house.
Ever!
TLC Cai-Cai
The tractor shed (the oldest building in our place) needed a new roof.
So, Monday, Terry and I started the process of removing all the tiles, and the nails. (Yes, I help.)
It was a wee bit of a mess (like this wind-strewn mess of corn leaves)
But we are making it. Soon we will add on the sheeting, the tar paper, and the new metal roofing.
Then we will tackle the new garage doors and add some new windows.
There is a deep sense of peace in repairing old buildings.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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