YES!!!
A perfect shot!
(And it didn’t see me!!!! YAY!)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
In the Gentle Morning Sunlight —Monday, August 7, 2023
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Tag Archives: August 7
Seize the Day — Sunday, August 7, 2022
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
Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Seven, Friday, August 7, 2020
Chapter Seven
This time MOM KNOWS!!!
The little bird…the one trapped in Dad’s pick-up grill, the one Mom saved and kept calm and gave it food and water and helped it hide…
THAT ONE!
Flew away this morning, while Mom was freshening up the water and cleaning the food tray!
YAY! Mom and I LAUGHED OUT LOUD! Then Mom told the little bird good-bye; “Come see us again. We are so glad you got well.”
This time MOM KNOWS!
And Mindy Kit-Kat Brown
Doesn’t!
Which is a very good thing…cats and fluttering birds NEVER mix!
Hee Hee, snort, chuckle
In Spite of Myself—Wednesday, August 7, 2019
(From Pinterest)
After I made my post yesterday, in full intentions of painting the back porch
I, instead, decided to wash all the windows in the house
Then, of course, I decided I would weed. Just one garden room,
maybe two
By that time I needed to start lunch
Well, it was close enough anyway.
Then after lunch…I had no more excuses…I began.
In a windless hot part of the day I began. How silly of me. But by the time I had the walls started and I saw the difference my heart lifted up and I had all sorts of energy to continue.
I am so glad I finally started! The room is taking shape. Today I will do the trim and Terry is going to lay a new floor (which is needed desperately), then I will wash down the outside door.
I’m so glad I began! And my shoulder did NOT hurt at all last night! YAY!
In a couple of days, I will tackle the bathroom!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The Forests Groan in Agony—-Tuesday, August 7, 2018
Every day we have wind, sometimes all day, sometimes only in the afternoon, sometimes just before nightfall. Sometimes it lasts forever, sometimes for only a few hours.
The wind brings with it the smoke
Or it drives the smoke out and away
One never knows.
The smoke is ominous. Shouting loud and clear that the forests are struggling
The animals, bugs, and plants sobbing in fear. My heart breaks for all of them.
We can still see one of the massive fires on the Uncompahgre Plateau (there are two up there). At last count, there were fires in Parachute, Rangely, Meeker, Oak Creek, Parshall, Basalt, Hartsel, Cahone, and Cortez.
I’m not sure if the one in Crawford is out or not.
Then there are those massive fires in California, and Idaho, Canada, and other places in the west.
The light streaming through the smoke is beautiful, strong and striking.
The air feels sinister.
The bell is ringing.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The Perfect Stillness—-Monday, August 7, 2017
There….patiently waiting in my email was this lovely little note from Charlotte—
Found in our garden in (Burgundy) France. Just out in the yard among the thousands of rocks in the courtyard.
X Charlotte
There…for her a perfect stillness, just waiting to be noticed.
Then for me…the solitude of a heart in nature.
Now…for you to share with us!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Half-Ghosts—-Sunday, August 7, 2016
We have had rain, lots and lots of beautiful wonderful rain. No wind, just rain, everything is soaked and laying flat from the rain…but we are not complaining.
Friday was my Mother’s birthday. If she were still alive she would be 87 years old. All that day I kept missing her.
Sometimes the rain felt like cold tears from heaven.
I think part of the reason is we have had too many animals deaths this year…first Balou
Then Molly Dog
And, of course Monkey our cat, and Hank the grandchildren’s dog.
Death is like a cold shadow; a cloud passing over head…sudden in its appearance, then passing quickly on.
Out of the corner of my eye, all throughout the day I caught swisp of visions…Momma in her garden, Momma laughing…the tail of one her cats she loved, moving just ahead of her…just things…long known, now gone.
Like smoke, everything was like smoke…tangible and real, but fading quickly.
I look at all these little gifts —these half-ghost memories of my Mother as small blessings.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Step Through My Gate — Thursday, August 7, 2014
Thank you for stopping by! I always love chatting with you. Sometimes I’m a little slow getting your comments answered, but I do try to not go too long.
This August has been very busy (so far) with the two oldest grandchildren staying with us for the week. We have worked at making their days special and full of memories. We are exhausted but pleasantly so. Today their Momma comes back to pick them up. She is bringing the other little grandkid with her so we will have all the family for two days.(Well, accept for Kelly he is extremely busy with his new job.)
The coming week to we have to ourselves. That is good…we need a rest. Then the two little girls will be back for a week then school starts for all of them.
Thank you for stopping by and commenting, or pushing the like button, or signing up to follow the blog! I will be visiting with you very soon. Until then I hope you enjoy my contribution to the Teresa’s Thursday’s Good Fences and Gates. Please hop over and visit Teresa’s blog and check out all the other ‘great finds’ located there. Also, if you would like to add a cool fence or gate just post yours on your blog then link the post to Teresa’s post about Fences and Gates.
Once more, Thank you for stopping by. I’m enjoying visiting with you!
Your farm friend,
Linda
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