Chasing Dragons | Life on a Colorado Farm

Yesterday I wrote about Chasing Dragons, copying and idea from another fellow blogger. As I was writing I remembered I had a dragon in my own yard.

A tiny little replica of Nessie, the Loc Ness Monster. 🙂

As a child I grew up with parents that adored anything Irish…my maiden name is Doyle :). It was my parent’s dream to get to go to Ireland someday. After Daddy died my brother took our Mother to Ireland. Upon arriving back home she told me she felt complete now for some reason. The next day she passed on. Her words will stay with me forever.

Anyway, as I grew my maternal grandmother (Ruth Love (Wootton) Thomas) told me tales of the Wootton clan from England…our ancester was Thomas Wootton, Sheriff of Kent in Queen Elizabeth I time. (Proven fact that we are descendants).

In my later years, as an adult, I read The Diana Gabalodon Outlander series, featuring Jamie Frazier and Clair. Set in Scotland.

Then, of course, I have read off and on (many times) the Mary Stewart’s Merlin series set in Wales.

All these books, family stories, longings of my parents transported me to many centuries past and worlds unknown. I think I have always had a longing in my soul to visit the ancient United Kingdom. To travel backward to where that inexplicable longing begins, to a world of enchantment, to really hear this story that I can not quite hear. A mysterious feeling which tugs at my breastbone just as twilight evens out the day, leveling the time, with the message from the past hovering in the gathering shadow just out of reach.

(As a side note…Terry’s, grandfather is from England.)

So I did the next best thing; I created a standing stones garden, complete with my own Loch Ness visitor. As I created this world I began to understand that anyone can comprehend this world–our everyday modern world. But the other realms–the ones that creep in on the evening breezes, or whisper through the ancient rocks and stones, or vibrates along the surface of the fast moving canal water is really the

alchemy between past and present, past and future…lifting us just a tad to see that even way back when is the same as today. That way back then was to those who lived in that time it was ordinary.

My grandchildren talk about how cool it would be to live in the 1920’s…when tap was king and vaudeville was entertainment— it’s all relative, isn’t it?

Your friend,

Linda

I got this idea from reading Thoughts from the Road’s post on His Chasing Dragons!

A while back Terry and I saw this really cool Dragon. It was way up on a hillside.

Even further up was something strange and orange and like a flick of flame or something.

I have no idea what it was supposed to be…food, dragon flame? Who knows. I’ll let you decide. It was so far up it was really hard to tell…looked just like an orange dot. I had to take a photo of it to see what it was. After enhancing the photo I still don’t know.

The days are warm (hot) and lovely here. Although, we are experiencing lots of wind, I don’t mind. Terry did hook up the swamp cooler so the house could stay relatively free of blowing dirt. When the fine dust/dirt gets into the house I’m rather discouraged, as it means I have to dust…I am not a fan of dusting.

I would rather—vacuum, sweep, mop, clean closets and drawers, wash windows, paint the house inside and out, weed the yard, do anything in the yard, irrigate on the farm…you name it—than dust!

(But I do dust, I hope you understand…it is just right up there with eating boiled okra.)

Terry got the pinto beans in the ground yesterday! Yippee! We are three weeks behind on everything because of the cold wet weather we have had. It isn’t just us behind, everyone is behind.

The corn is up and rowing out, it should make it to ‘knee-high by the 4th of July’—always the goal. If it makes that tall by that time it will make before any killing freezes occur.