Coming down our long, long lane I saw the faintest of rainbows!
Which made me think to myself—–
Always, always God(s) is (are) speaking to us—in the trees, on the land, in the silence of the sky
Sometimes, (just sometimes) we forget to see/hear—but when we do—
WHEN WE DO!!!
The dazzle the God(s) share with us
is so stunningly perfect in its very simplicity.
A perfectly perfect gift!
From my world to each of your hearts,
Linda
(By John Denver)
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happySunshine in my eyes can make me cry
If I had a day that I could give youI’d give you a day just like todayIf I had a song that I could sing for youI’d sing a song to make you feel this way
Sunshine on the water looks so lovelySunshine almost always makes me high
If I had a tale that I could tell youI’d tell a tale sure to make you smileIf I had a wish that I could wish for youI’d make a wish for sunshine all the while
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happySunshine in my eyes can make me crySunshine on the water looks so lovely
(Bird shadow 🙂 )
Sunshine almost always makes me highSunshine almost all the time makes me highSunshine almost always makes me high.
From my world to your heart!
Linda
They are there
Visibly Invisible
The Natural world, that is
Beautifully there! Right THERE!
An immensity of charming, awe-inspiring, astonishing, joy everywhere.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I like to see the birds, flying high in the air
The thrilling sensation
Of catching them in flight.
Wings stretched in tight
Beautiful!
( a flock of birds over the Back Forty)
Even a little bird shadow.
So lucky, lucky am I!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Later on in the day, I noticed this little bird, tail down, eyes closed. At first, I thought it might be a hawk, but now I think it is just a tired bird resting.
You can click on the dashboard and see the amazing migration going on in your area.
Did you know that scientists have proven that birds can see
The Earth’s magnetic fields and this is how they migrate?!
Pretty neat, I do believe!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We have Doves—Mourning and Ring-necked and once in a special while white Doves.
We have Pheasant and Quail and some other types of birds who run lickity split and scatter all over the farm.
We also have those Giant birds—Canada Geese and Sandhill Cranes.
While speaking of birds: There are Owls, Hawks (all shapes and sizes),
and once in a great while Eagles. Not very often Eagles, but there has been one or two who land in the old Weeping Willow trees.
Then we have all those delicious, oops, little birds: Robins,
Western Meadowlarks, Finches of all sorts, all types of Sparrows, Barn Swallows, the list is so big and so long I can’t tell you all of them.
AND there are the Hummingbirds! Now, if I really want to get in trouble, all I have to do is stalk a hummingbird.
Mom said she isn’t going to feed the birds (any birds) because I am a tad naughty about birds.
I don’t see how I’m naughty—really, I don’t.
Mom does
and what Mom says goes.
So, I have to change my diet to a ‘clean’ diet forgoing BIRDS!!!
Only mice from now on out for me.
TLC Cai-Cai
Go quietly, please, step softly outside
And experience with me— the Life Force of our Earth.
Stand still, empty your mind, and just feel.
It is there everywhere, in every plant, every creature, in the wind, the water,
Everywhere.
Please. I promise you, you won’t be sorry.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Gone is the time when the days of Summer seem endless
The dark of the night is coming swifter and faster and lasting longer and longer
Still, the days offer amazing delights —sweet little eye-candy treats
The heartbeat of our bird friends on the farm, gifting us with bits and pieces of their lives.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Common Pheasant….he is a great one to scare a person by squawking and flying up suddenly at your feet 🙂
Hunting, hunting, hunting.
And that wonderful little nymph-like spirit
Called
Hummingbird….riding like a wisp on the currents of our air.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Our fields are now full of green shoots
(Bird and shadow! I was delighted to get the two together)
The first cutting of alfalfa has occurred in all three fields
Finally, we having truly
Started summer here.
For us…here on the farm
Summer starts with the first cutting of alfalfa, usually around the first of June
Here is another bird shadow–only of the Northern Harrier Hawk
Then Fall begins with the harvest of pinto beans. (Which we don’t raise anymore)
So June, July, August—Summer.
That sweetest time of the year (for me)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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