I, like you, believe our Ancestors and beloved friends are close.
Waiting for us to join them.
Death is not an easy thing
Hard on the one who is passing and hard on those left behind.
Yet, I think the thread, which binds us, is a form of magic
A place without pain, a place beyond tears, not like our place of everyday living
I feel so blessed to have had that tiny
fragment from the shadows
An amazing gift from my Dad.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
This Red-winged Blackbird was in such a hurry to get away from me I got to see each and every feather as he jolted into the sky
In fresh pale air, I saw little dangling feet
I love to hear this little quail calling, calling —a Gambel’s Quail
Their voices like ruffled water
The flight so effortless to birds, so fascinating to me
When watering our lawn the birds come in flocks to thin out the worm population
A tiny little Killdeer lingering as I walk by
Summer bounty in birds 
And of course more feet…and wings
The flash of feathers
Among the soughing Red-stemmed grass, in the beautiful small beating heart, of the feathered and winged world.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The pastures are looking lovely
All rich and green. The whirring insects, large and small hover in and around each blade of grass
The roses are still bright and cheerful, spilling heavily all along the building and even rambling onto the rooftop
June has been lovely this year.
The first of the mean-spirited biting flies (horse and deer) have arrived adding their buzzing drone to the air
Gradually I’m developing immunity to their vampire bites so I can be out longer and longer without itching to death.
Not long now until the first day of Summer. The longest day.
A day of joyful celebrations! The peak of the Sun’s long reach, before the lingering light starts turning to dusk.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
P.S. Are you getting tired of birds taking off? I get a kick out of taking their photo while they fly up, up to get away from me. But I could try something else…possibly.
After studying all your wonderful answers to my question about ads on my blog
And really thinking about one statement: “It’s not your blog, it’s your reader’s computer. Things such as settings, web browser, unintentionally added adware, cookies from commercial websites they visit (the worst for inserting ads), etc. Everybody’s visit to your blog will be different”.
Then I took a strong look into my very ‘fixed’ income.
I decided to make the ads a distant memory
So if you still see ads on my blog, please let me know. I purchased the expensive site that says there should not be any ads.
Thank you once more for helping me understand what you see when you read my blog.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The quiet beauty of a farm is not the glamor and glitz of a town, city, metropolis
Still, there is a bright glitter in the green growth of weeds and the
Quick flutters of wings and feathers.
To be able to actually see the enchantment
A human must be like a creeping shadow
Instead of blending into the raucous noise of a cities roar
Care must be taken to experience the unusual, instead of flinging oneself into the
Shimmering excitement of towns
The gold is lifted to our eyes on gentle breezes
As the shadows fall sharp upon the furrowed land.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I think birds are one of those magical creatures (akin to Fairies, elves, and gnomes)
Who are gifts to us from the Heavens
Since they have wings, they must be the messengers of the Angels
Sorta like email or text messages are to us today
It’s up to us to really read and understand what is being said, by what is felt in our hearts.
While out and about yesterday, Boomer and I came across a little Killdeer having a dust bath.
What sort of message was I receiving?
Walk carefully on the face of the earth, and be a friend to all…an eternal message always.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Mom picked up Mindy and headed into the house with her. “Stay inside, Min-Min. Beaglie and I are going for a walk and you really can’t come this time. I promise you we will all go for a walk later on today…you, me, dad and Boomer.”
Dad headed up to do something or other at the pasture in the Upper End
The storm clouds were finally moving away from the farm
Mom and I headed off…Mom with her camera and me with my very clever Beagle nose.
I scared up a pheasant for Mom
Not once but twice! Mom gave me lots of pats for that, “Pheasants are really hard to get a photo of, Thank you, Boomer!”
Over at the equipment area, Mom and I saw a Chipmunk
He or she was eating something
Then he or she, or she or he saw us and scampered off
We walked on, over the hill, on to the fire road hill, then down the trail on the COYOTE HILL…I hate that hill!
But Mom doesn’t know that’s COYOTE HILL, only animals know that—people don’t seem to know much about animals and hangouts.
There we saw another (or the same) pheasant. Mom was delighted!
We walked a long time, then headed over to the Look Out Hill and Mom saw a squirrel
When Mom and I walked back to the equipment area we saw a Quail where the chipmunk had been
Then we headed home
On the way we met Dad he was coming back from making ditches…geez, we must have been gone a long time.
Later that afternoon I helped Mom and Dad gather up fence posts for her gardens. (Mom puts up fences to keep the chickens out of her garden beds.)
Life is good!
All Mom has to do is call my name and I’m ready to go!
Boomer
In working on one of the old buildings here on the farm,
We found an old steam iron. It must have been put out there to prop up a door or even to store, but over time it fell into the dirt and was buried.
How cool this is. And what an amazing thing to iron with!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Mom and I are very tired of winter…Very.
I want to go out and about checking on my friends out on the farm. Although, Mom keeps telling me ‘no more running around and staying gone, Boomer’.
I don’t get why she tells me that I know where I am and what I’m doing.
So…
Mom and I wander around where the mud is starting to dry out, which isn’t very far. And Mom takes photos…mostly of birds.
Not much going on. Pretty much housebound.
Sigh!
Boomer
Mom and I went out last night sorta kinda early. Mom wanted to go before the snow came in, so out we went.
Just Mom and I. Mom told Mindy she had to stay inside.
We saw a raccoon. That was all.
Then when we started to come back in it started snowing.
Mom built up the fire then we headed to our beds.
It’s still snowing today.
Mom says Spring is still coming because she saw TWO (2) different flocks of Rocky Mountain Bluebirds in the last three days—
first the Red-Winged Blackbirds and now the Rocky Mountain Bluebirds…YAY!
Mom danced a jig. I just twirled around her while she danced…jigs are too hard on old dogs. Just say’n. (Mom also told me that THIS YEAR she wants to get a photo of the Bluebirds…I hope she does.)
“And still the earth is cold and white,
And mead and forest yet are bare;
But there’s something in the light
That says the germ of life is there.”—Jane Goodwin Austin
Spring is coming Soon!
Boomer
