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.

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

A Cold Bitter Sunday, November 16, 2014

Posted on November 16, 2014 by Dayphoto

It was 16* with a wind chill of 8* when I got up before first light. The wind is STILL whistling and howling and it cold. I know cold is relative, but for us…this is cold!

Yesterday was so miserable with spitting snow and rain and sleet blown in sideways (although it didn’t stick —just miserable) Terry said enough and parked the truck and the combine. Of course today we do nothing but what has to be done.

Two of our grandchildren and their Dad are here—JOY!!!! But will be leaving after lunch sometime today. Their weather showed -15* when I checked this morning….whew! That is cold!

We had another sadness in our fur pack–Balou, our oldest granddog joined Fuzzy ‘in the land-beyond’ this weekend. Balou had been with our oldest daughter for a long long time. It;s always, always, always hard to to lose a fur kid. Balou…a most kind and gentle Rottweiller!

Off now to gather in firewood and put a ham in the oven. I always like to send everyone back home with a good meal, and enough food for lunches for a couple of days. The little family will be back for two weeks at Christmas; it will good to have the house across the way full of life again. The corn will be gone by that time, so Hank can sit at the back fence and talk to Boomer, he might even ramble over for so good dog conversation. There will be lights on at night and a warm fire going…during the days I’m sure the kids will be with us off an on and even spend the nights. Just like old times. For two weeks it will feel ‘normal’ again.

Keep warm everyone—and if you are in the part of the world that has warmth…get out and enjoy the sunshine… my heart will be with you!

Your friend,

Linda

A New Dog in the Group — May 28, 2014

Posted on May 28, 2014 by Dayphoto

Close to the cab of the pickup is Balou, Shannon’s dog…next to Balou is Molly, Shannon’s boy friend’s dog, the there is Boomer and Fuzzy (you know those two 🙂 ). Behind Boomer and Fuzzy is Shannon’s ex-husband’s dog Rocky, then Hank Puff the grandchildren’s dog, the last dog is Buddy’s dog. Buddy passed away two years ago.

It’s a pack of dogs, that is for sure!

Rocky and Balou are Rottweilers, Hank is a Marshmallow, Fuzzy is 1/2 Border Collie and 1/2 Sheltie, Boomer is a Beagle, Houston a Mountain Cur, and Molly is a Blue Tick Hound.

We were aware that Houston (better known as Princess) could climb trees. On every walk she went, if there was a tree close by, up she would go.

But we didn’t know this…

Can you spot the Blue Tick Hound in the tree?

Boomer just sat on the ground and watch with all of us

We are all very surprised. She scaled the tree sniffing and exploring the whole way. Then headed out on this very dead branch…we yelled for her to come down

Which she took her sweet time of hearing and understanding and coming down, minding is NOT something she has been used to doing.

This dog has live her whole life on a chain. She was extremely timid, frightened and half starved. I’m not sure, but I think she is between one and two years old. Gradually she is learning it’s okay to be free, but you need to come when called, you need to respond when asked to do something…life is more than a chain.

Boomer just watches Houston or Molly climb trees. He looks at them as if to say “Trees are for Birds Silly. The best smells are on the ground”.

As for Fuzzy and I…we are learning what life is like in a pack…rather over-whelming, I must say. Although, we don’t see them often when they do come over it’s a huge group to go with for a walk on the farm!

Fuzzy and I really rather like the solitude of just us for a walk. Bedlam is rather daunting.

It takes about 10 full minutes for everyone to settle down and get into the swing of how the walk is supposed to be. Then just like geese we are off…Shannon and I in the lead, the two old dogs, Fuzzy and Balou bringing up the rear.

Have a good day everyone…just think You Could Be Walking in a Pack!

Tee Hee,

Your Farm Friend,

Linda

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Boomer’s Birthday

Posted on October 26, 2012 by Dayphoto

Today is MY BIRTHDAY!!!!

Well, really MY ADOPTION DAY!!! ‘cause Mom says we don’t know when my birthday really is.

This is the day I PICKED MY PEOPLE!!!

Anyway, Mom asked me what I would like to do for my BIRTHDAY!!! Oh, YES ADOPTION DAY and I said…

“GO SWIMMING!” Fuzzy interrupted with a wide grin and a very wiggly tail.

“NO!!!” I yelled. “I DO NOT LIKE WATER!” I barked right back at him.

Then I smiled and asked Mom if I could have a walking party to the upper end!

She said yes…

So Rock and Balou and Houston came over (Houston and I are hounds…she is a Mountain Cur and I’m a Beagle, how cool is THAT!)

And Hank walked over with our littlest tyke of a grandchild and we all sniffed and walked our way to the upper end…

Then across the upper end…

Then over to the back 40

Then down the cement ditch

Then over to the equipment storage area

Then back across this year’s harvested pinto bean field

Back Home!

After that everyone got PIG EARS!!!

YIPPEEE!

Mom hung onto them until everyone left, then Fuzzy got one and I got one.

I hid mine,

but Fuzzy took his

to the Dog house.

I HAD A GREAT DAY!

I knew I had picked the right family the first time I set foot on this place.

Here’s Mom’s 4 O’clock photo!

Boomer

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to Me…whistle, hummm sing

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Summer Work

Posted on May 18, 2012 by Dayphoto

Golly Geez, this summer work fun!

This is my second summer here and I love every second of it.

We do ‘stuff’ all the time! ALL THE TIME!!!

Well, I know we do things in the winter, but this is just so much better!

For Instance—-

We, meaning Mom, Fuzzy and I, went down to Shannon’s to work in her yard. Shannon was building some raised beds so Mom went down to help her and to put the soil in the beds while Shannon went to work.

I played with Rock, Balou, and Houston in their yard and Fuzzy stayed out and helped Mom. Mom made me stay in the yard because it has a fence and I have a great curiosity to smell lots of things so she put me in the yard with the others so we could play.

Shannon’s cats helped Mom.

Sunny hung around the old stump where some dried catnip was…he sure likes catnip…rolls in it and eats it and everything. I took a huge sniff of the stuff….it only made me sneeze, so I don’t get the fascination.

Willow just lay down by Mom and Fuzzy he doesn’t get that catnip stuff either. What he likes is to just be next to people so he can get a pet and a rub now and again.

That was cool….we were there for 2 ½ hours.

Then when we got home we went to the pinto bean field to change the water…I always like that!

Mom tells me I can play around the area, but if I hear the four-wheeler start I had better be back as fast as my legs can take me — if I want a ride home.

There were a couple of little girls out in the field with us, so that means Hank was with them…we sniffed around lots of stuff, then I headed off to the equipment area, and Hank hung with the folks looking for mice. Fuzzy stayed right with Mom and helped her chase water.

I was a little slow getting back to the four-wheeler so I ran in right behind them…well, not to ‘right behind’, but really close.

Then later on Hank (he’s in the photo with the others in the truck) came over to build bottle rockets with Dad (Grandpa). He walked over with his family. They walk down the bottom of the bean field, and then up the side between the bean field and the corn field…..it’s a short cut they like to take to get from their house to our house.

Hank and I played run, and chase until we got too hot and tired.

Sammy hung out with us