The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty, TLC Cai-Cai, and Mr. Hobbs on Friday—-June Came Calling, Friday, August 7, 2026 Chapter 10

Posted on August 7, 2026 by Dayphoto

Chapter 10

It was a long walk!

I MEAN LONG!!!

I don’t remember it being as long when we went out…seems like it was just a few minutes long.

Now it’s hours long.

I’ve been very good and not complained Once!

Although, I sure thought about complaining—like all the time.

Once over the wooden bridge, we were met with DAD!

Dad was in the first Alfalfa field with the HUGE BIG MACHINE!

The raccoons skittered and scattered, running every which way and everywhere.

They just left me standing there…all alone!

Well, never mind, I thought. I know exactly where I am and how to get home.

All I have to do is keep Dad and his great big LOUD machine to my right, turn the corner at the bottom of the lane and trot on home.

I was doing just that when I looked up from the road and saw

MOM!!!
MOM!!! I yipped

MOM!

Mom saw me heading toward her at a fast Boo Berry dash.

“BOO BERRY!!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!!!? I’ve been terribly worried about you!! RUN! FAST! Boo Berry! RUN! FAST!! Mom wants to pick you up and love all over you!” Mom Yelled.

I poured on the speed.

Suddenly I was there, in Mom’s arms, my heart pounding, my tongue hanging out, a huge smile on my face!

I AM HOME!!!

Second Cutting of the Second Field —- Thursday, August 7, 2025

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Even in the smoke filled skies —-

The cutting of the second aflafla field was accomplished.

The fires are terrible. So sad and so awful.

“Our wings are small, but the ripples of the heart are infinite.” — Amit Ray, PH.D.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

We Had Micro-Burst of Wind —- Wednesday, August 7, 2024

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Oh! My Gosh!!! A huge branch came crashing down

Blocking the road and the bridge —just making a huge mess

Gradually we got it all cleaned up; I kept some of the wood for winter heat

Some were too big to save so we hauled away to live in the weeds; providing homes for the critters out there.

Thankfully no hen, no kitty or human was standing under it when it fell!

Your friend on western Colorado farm,

Linda

In the Gentle Morning Sunlight —Monday, August 7, 2023

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YES!!!

A perfect shot!

(And it didn’t see me!!!! YAY!)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Seize the Day — Sunday, August 7, 2022

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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

Posted on August 7, 2020 by Dayphoto

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

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(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

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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

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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

Posted on August 7, 2016 by Dayphoto

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.