A hunting I will go! A Hunting I will go! High Ho the derry o—-
MOM, I KILLED YOU A SQUIRREL!!!
And I KILLED DAD A SQUIRREL!
And Yes!!!
I killed Boo Berry a squirrel.
Four Squirrels in all. So we each got one!!
But (just for the record) I ate all four!
TLC
(Mom was not very happy with me—I don’t understand why)
I love seeing the water flowing down the ditch. Into the siphon tubes. Then onto the roots of the growing plants.
The sound of the water…moving, moving feeds my soul.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
In what we think of as silence—
The baby corn poked up through the soil
The grass softly developed swaying stems which will soon bloom
The alfalfa has grown to calf high—-
Reminding us always that growth is the rhythm of the earth’s blood.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Filling the air with lovely (but very cold) drops of rain, and huge wind; gifting all things.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
(and no, the changing of irrigation doesn’t stop because it rained. The rain only made the first 1/8″ of the soil wet. BUT it did wash off all the plants and trees! 🙂 )
Linda
Quietly stop wherever you are and listen
To the sounds of the earth
Falling sleep.
Gradually, gradually the birds, the animals, the insects, the plants, and even the sky
Say Good Night!—as they drift off into the land of dreams.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
MOM! It’s cold outside. I don’t care that it’s green and warm looking it is still cold!
Well, let’s go in then and get you warm. 🙂
(We’ve been having a cold, cold front move through. It is very cold. I’m ready for it to warm back up — so is Boo Berry)
TLC loves it colder!
Mom and Boo Berry and TLC
Look carefully for they are quick and hard to see!
I just LOVE this time of year!
(we call these Kildeer—I don’t know if we are right, but anyway,)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
“You must never judge who God forgives and who he does not”.: Bless Me, Ultima, by Rudolfo Anaya
Hide little birds (by the barrels) there is a hawk in the air!
Ah, Red-Tailed Hawk you are stunningly beautiful
It’s so hard to see you kill—but you also, must eat.
Who am I to judge, who am I?
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I must admit
There are times when my thoughts
Are not as perky as they should be.
When a weight seems to weigh heavy
A nose-dive, to be sure.
But it never, ever fails…that when I’m in a funk…the earth gives to me a heart.
How can I stay in a dark place
When there are amazing gifts everywhere?
I am truly blessed! As you are too, all we have to do is look.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Terry has the corn planted. He took two hayfields out of production — they have grown old.
And planted corn!
Now, the only thing left to plant is our new alfalfa field. Soon! Real soon, but not just yet.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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