Going Full-Tilt and Needing to Stop—Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Less distractions from the things that matter

Sometimes my life becomes so full I want to run away.  But, actually, what I want is to find a routine and a bit of down-time.

I have been wanting to paint the inside of my house since March.

March!

Here it is August and I’m still trying to figure out when to start.

So I suppose, instead of letting my worry about getting started run me ragged

Today, in just a very few minutes, I will begin.  Then by tonight, I will know if my shoulder will accommodate the up and down of the roller.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

Third Cutting of Hay—Monday, August 6, 2018

The Third cutting of hay is occurring right now, even as I write!

It’s early this year.  By about three weeks.

But when it’s ready to cut, it’s ready!

The third cutting of rich, thick alfafa…drying in the sun.  Soon to be made into hay!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm

Linda

In My Dreams—-Sunday, August 6, 2017

Yesterday was my Momma’s birthday.  If she were alive today she would have turned 88.

Saturday, August 5th, we woke to a world full of low, dark clouds, following a night of gusting wind and hard heavy rain.  Although, the clouds started to thin, my thoughts still remained heavy…sadly I was missing Momma.  ( I know that many of you can relate to this type of sorrow…the swirl of memories of that one person, whose heart beat alongside yours…right from the beginning.)

Ruth LaVerne Thomas

Often times throughout my life I was told that I looked like my Momma.

Myself

Looking back over old photos — at certain times and in certain ages I can see the similarities.  But I must confess I didn’t while I was growing up.  

Momma was one of those ‘good souls’.  She was gentle and kind and given to helping every animal who came within her reach. Maybe in today’s world she would have been a Veterinarian.

Often times ‘people’ would say of her Daddy…”He would give his shirt off his back to help you.”  Momma followed in his footsteps.

Momma gave all the little children who followed the fruit (people who came to pick fruit) clothes from our own closets, often times their very first (and only) birthday cake and a small party…those children remembering her kindly wrote to her for years and years…letters telling her about their marriages, the birth of their children…that first real job.   She treasured those letters.

She always, always told me life was full of turbulence and cares, which can make a heart heavy….we, as human beings, do not need to add to sorrows of another’s soul.

(My maternal grandparents and my parents had fruit orchards, which is where my brother and I grew up)

Her smile is the same as a older woman, as when she was a grade school child)

Ah, well, memories are wonderful! But they do have a tendency to cause my eyes to blur with tears — misting the day…even though the sun broke forth from the clouds.

Momma died August 10, 2000…her heart stopped; cutting her life’s threads, which bound her to this earth.

But the thing that gives me the most peace, about that most ordinary day, that wasn’t ordinary after all….was Momma was ready to go.

A few days before she died—- she had just returned from a long and wonderful trip to Ireland.  My brother took her.  They saw everything possible, spent a night in a castle, walked on that green, green Isle she dreamed of walking on all her life.

An old old dream of her heart.

She told me: “I am finally at peace, Linda. There is nothing more I want to see or do.  It is the most amazing, but odd feeling, to have nothing forward to accomplish.”

Hours later I was rushing to the hospital, following the ambulance…time passes slow when you NEED to GET THERE.

But finally I made it—Momma waited for me.  She also waited for my Brother…although she was in a coma. Then in the night’s heart she left.

I miss her still.  I always will.  I love you, Momma. I love you.

I know each of you understand.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

 

 

 

Nearing the Finish Line—Thursday, August 6, 2015

kI finished weeding the gardens last night…just as the sun set and twilight took over.

Now all I have to do is get the house in a good place (for me).

aAfter that — it’s time to just sit back and relax and enjoy our guests!

'Oh!  Surprisingly I still have Columbines blooming.  Usually by this time the heat has caused them to fade, set seed and preparing for next spring.  But here they are…big, bold and beautiful!

Off now to finish water the yard and getting the house in place.

Your friend,

Linda

I Wish for You Rainbows–Wednesday, August 6, 2014

6I, too, wish for you rainbows…

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“This is my wish for you: Comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunsets to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, friendships to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth, Love to complete your life.”  Ralph Waldo Emerson

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The storms that played across Delta and Delta Country were loud and stunning in their brilliance.  What came after was just a amazing.  Everywhere we drove we saw rainbows.

When life gets your down, or strange fears crop up, or brilliant displays of anger or fear threaten to disrupt your life…I wish you a rainbow!

Your friend,

Linda