Entwined in my Heart — Monday, December 9, 2019

Another wee rainbow yesterday!  What a joy to behold!

A hawk sat in the branches of the old Willow tree

He looked a little worse for wear…probably the too wet of the night. (I’m guessing)

Because of the rain, the ground was just right for Terry to smooth out the road

In front of the sheds.  It’s funny how the long lane to the house and the roads around the sheds seem to get lumps and bumps.

Then in the quiet, while I hauled wood and gathered eggs

I saw an unusual bird, a Woodpecker possibly?  Does anyone know?

And I think, this is a hawk…what do you think?

My daily sphere of life, little treasures of the ordinary.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

I Love the Earth, the Heavens, and all the Creatures Upon It —- Wednesday, December 4, 2019

“My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.”  Claude Monet

I love feeding the wild birds

They come in huge flocks now; remembering the yummy food from last year

I feel that nature, the Earth, the Heavens and the creatures all placed here on the world with us are treasure left to our care from the Gods

Otherwise, we would be quite alone in the world.

I think the Highest Powers of Creation took pity on us

Looking down upon our land, all covered in a giant mist of unfeelingness and caring.

They saw how very lonely it truly was, this Earth…there were only Humans.

Humans were creatures of many emotions, the worst was jealousy, anger, and greed.

Because the Gods loved the Earth and they also loved the humans…they gathered from each one of their Heavenly domains creatures to gift the earth; therefore man.

Causing a big storm to fill the sky

they covered the earth, driving all the humans into caves and hallows of trees

While the humans hid, the Gods started filling the Earth with Splendid things—

Rocks, trees, plants of all types and sizes

Seemingly ordinary things, yet so special they were magic unto themselves.

Birds and

Fur-bearing animals,

fish for the waters, and

wonderous little friends to raise up our souls.

 

Then the Gods lifted the ban on the sun

And Man saw how truly blessed the Gods were to the Earth and to all humankind.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Songs of Life Flicker Loud and Small, Sunday, December 1, 2019

I love feeding the birds

And watching the Canada Geese and the Sandhill Cranes creating their own gusting wind in the great blue of the sky!

If Boomer and I sit quietly then great flocks of birds come calling

Trying to rush us away so they also may peck and scratch at the tummy-warming black sunflower seeds

While out on the (now empty land) the other day, I saw a Sundog hanging silently in the sky.

It was still there, as the huge clouds built promising ‘weather’ when I came back from feeding the birds over by the equipment area.

Cold weather coming, the Sundogs say.  I like to think of them as wee little rainbows before the bitter cold.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm

Linda

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Birds and Other Things Friday, September 20, 2019

Mom and I have taken to long walks.  Well, longer than normal.

We have to be careful because Mindy cat wants to walk with us and Mom doesn’t want Mindy to get side-tracked; stay out on the farm, and become COYOTE FOOD!

So, Mom puts Mindy in the house then we go out!

And about.

Looking for BIRDS!

(And other things.)

Sometimes Mom,

Mindy, and I go out at night.

That’s when Mom likes to take photos of the Moon…in every stage of the Moon’s growth.

Sometimes Mom will even get a photo of a wild creature…

like the Raccoons, who live in the hollow of the Willow tree and like to eat Mom’s tomatoes!

Although Mom personally has never gotten a photo of the Raccoons, she did put up a game camera so the game camera could get a photo of the raccoons.

(Photo from Mom’s archives)

The wild geese are plentiful now.  Three large skeins have flown over our heads, even while I write to you.

Soon the Sandhill Cranes will be here.  Mom says the big birds are back early…she thinks we will have an early winter.

But until then, there is still stuff to do in warm Autumn days!

Boomer Beaglie Brown (a.k.a. Sherlock)

 

 

Vigil at the Edge of the World —- Monday, July 22, 2019

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

Ruffles in the Air — Wednesday, June 26, 2019

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

In the Late Spring Days —- Tuesday, June 18, 2019

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.

 

I Determined I would Vanish the Ads —- Sunday, June 16, 2019

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

 

In the Warmth and Glow of a Late Spring Day —Thursday, June 6, 2019

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

One of the Links Between Heaven and Earth —- Tuesday, May 28, 2019

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