I love feeding the birds.
Each season brings such joy
Watching the birds. 🙂
I suppose it comes with grey hair, and a face lined from passing years
But doing so…feeding and watching the birds.
Helps me see the earth as new and fresh each day.
(This young Red-Winged Blackbird is delighted with this find)
They bring a precious bit of luxury to everyone’s life
Not only to the birds, with the food; to my heart, mind, and soul observing them.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Chapter Six
After my horrible scare.
And a long, long, long nap in the house.
I decided it was time to get busy on the farm.
I meowed at the door until Mom came and let me out.
Then I headed to the corrals.
Mice…Yum. I need to find mice.
So, I searched here and there and everywhere.
Shoot.
Nothing.
Hummm
But there ARE birds!
BIRDS!
I have to be careful because, if MOM FINDS OUT she will yell at me.
I have to be very, very, sneaky…
S.n.e.a.k.y—-
“Mindy! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Mom yelled at me.
When Mom yelled all the birds flew off.
Mom left and went into the house and left me outside. Well, to be honest, I didn’t want to go inside.
I — and it’s cold.
Oh. This feels nice. Sunshine on the garage door.
Purrrrrr I’ll hang out here for a while.
PURRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Just as I was about to slip into a deep, deep sleep
“MINDY! WAKE-UP!”
My eyes jerked awake, but my mind didn’t.
I saw a squirrel, no I saw TWO squirrels.
Once I realized I saw TWO squirrels my mind woke-up.
“Stewart, Stanley, what’s up?”
“Come to the woodpile and play with us,” Stewart exclaimed.
“Boomer isn’t here,
but you are –let’s go scamper all over the woodpile together. Don’t you think it’s time you had fun instead of always patrolling the farmyard?” Stanley asked me.
I pondered for a spell, a little spell.
“YES! Let’s go.” I replied.
Off we went, around the corner of the barn, passed the fenced off equipment, (to keep the cows from rubbing on them), and On to the WOOD PILE.
We ran, we jumped, we hid and then chased each other…up down, under around.
We were just getting a tad tired when DAD showed up.
Scram! The squirrel brothers were gone!
I also scrammed running toward Dad so I could get a pet or two.
Purrrr, roll in the dirt, purr, happiness.
Sometimes when I feel overwhelmed by this whole awful year
I head out onto the land looking for things
Which fill my soul with a velvety quiet
Watching for the dense and deep quiet
That is almost sacred…
Watching for the ripple in the air which signifies delight
Joy
A buoyant ripple
More than peace, happiness
Beauty untold.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Sometimes, when out watching the birds swooping and diving
I also see
That most
Magnificent of hunters
Searching, searching, searching,
Searching for dinner. (I love seeing the shadow, also.) — I use a zoom lens. Just so you know. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
While, out-and-about, looking for things to photograph
I had one of these,
Startle and fly into the air.
I scared the pheasant, but I must admit, it also scared me!
Gradually, breathing again, the land, the pheasant and I returned to normal.
🙂 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Some of my photos
Deserve their very own post
They are so full of beauty
Drama
And
Poetry.
I just had to give them their own space!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Haze from the smoke settles thickly everywhere now
With hardly a breath of wind
The sun is beautiful trying to break through the blanket of low hanging smoke
Becoming tired of thinking about, trying to breathe,
I decided to take some photos of birds
All fluttering about looking for food
Checking my camera later I realized,
I actually DID get an excellent shot of a Hummingbird in full flight!
I was DELIGHTED! To say the least!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sometimes sleeping at night is hard
Not only not being able to sleep
But sleeping and dreaming with ‘bad’ dreams
Other times, it’s like I am walking with those who have passed before me
Those marvelous people of my past life
My parents and grandparents
My beautiful and marvelous sister-of-my-heart, Dixie
Haunting dreams
Causing me to wake; to feel fragile and uncertain
Most often I wake and can’t remember my dreams
I just know I dreamed,
Not all dreams are scary, threatening, or nostalgic
They are comforting and familiar
Warm and protective
Those are hard to recall, also.
So, I have decided those dreams,
Those glowing, comforting misty dreams
Which [the feeling] tends to stay with me all through the day
Are sent to me [us] from our dead family and friends
To protect us
And those still with us on the earth
Connecting with us through our dreams.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Spring is delightful,
It full of growth, new smells, the emerging from the long winter’s sleep
But Summer! Oh! My! Summer!
The songbirds start their day
And mine long before the grey light in the sky turns bright
The Fragrance in the air is spiked with all sorts of scents
Sometimes with a hot wind to carry things before it
The days are long
The Twilight longer
Life is good.
Which reminds me, does anyone know what bird this is?
Or this bird? Are they one in the same?
From my heart to your world,
Linda
As a child, I often wondered (sometimes worried) where does God Live?
When I asked ‘those who know’ they always pointed to the sky
Somewhere way up there far, far away
Or, if I were at church, my Sunday School teacher would say “Here in God’s House”
Now, that REALLY got me concerned, because AFTER ALL, here we were all tromping around in GOD’S HOUSE
And God was NEVER Home!
Of course, over-time, Momma explained to me that God lived in our hearts
Which became truly confusing, because I could never really feel a BIG, All-Encompassing person, with a white robe, white hair and beard, and scary fiery eyes —-in my heart.
Wouldn’t my heart be too heavy for my body then?
My paternal Grandmother (who was a STAUCH Presberterian) said, “No, Linda…not a physical person in your heart…but a feeling in your heart”!
Still very confused I took my worry, my small child’s concern to my maternal grandmother (who was a staunch Baptist)
Who told me to pray about my question to the Heaven/God and see what I learn.
“O!”
New thought!
So I prayed. Every night. Every morning. Asking where God lived.
I was sitting outside on the cement step with my maternal Grandfather when I thought to ask him the question—“Where does God live?”
“Why, Sweet Thing, he lives everywhere. And nowhere
“He is a great mystery. And one we should always honor.” Granddad reached over and pulled me next to him, took up my hand, and placed it in his.
God belongs to no one and everyone. He is in many forms and helps many people.
He touches all of us, just like the light from the sun and the moon and the stars.
Then he pulled me close in a hug.
It was then I understood.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
