The Hard Winter Has Come — Monday, December 15, 2025

Hard winter is now upon us

Although the snow is mostly gone

The ground is frozen solid [therefore, no mud :)}

Still, joys are abounding —COWS!!! Cows are neither silent or still, they talk to each other, move about trying out this field or that.  Eating weeds, and grasses and breaking up and stomping on hard big weeds.

Looking for big clumps of cheat grass. (Cheat grass is green and lush and yummy, year round!)

Cows!

Moving, eating (even at night)

Rippling pretty past us bringing happiness to them, us, and the rancher!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Gathered Up and Headed to the Next Farm — Monday, January 6, 2025

It’s always fun to watch the cowboys at work.  Pretty cool!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

AND THEN—-Tuesday, December 24, 2024

Three cows from the neighbor across the way showed up!

We corraled them until the owner could come in the morning.

Cows!  Gota Love ’em!

“The joy of brightening other lives, bearing each others’ burdens, easing others’ loads, and supplanting empty hearts and lives with generous gifts becomes for us the magic of the holidays.”– W.C. Jones

Merry Christmas Eve!!

From our hearts to your world,

Terry and Linda

In Out, In Out, In Out —- Wednesday, January 11, 2023

In the canal

Out of the canal.

All day long it goes…

In/Out, In/Out

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

That Place You Call Home — Thursday, February 10, 2022

That wonderful force pulling your heart

Spilling life into eternity

God always gives us Home, if you just listen.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

—- And Of Course — Tuesday, January 25, 2022

There is always—-and I do mean ALWAYS!

One.

But in this case (this year) There are TWO!

So annoying!

These two walk over the fences like the fences aren’t even there!

At least twice a day!

Such a pain!

I looked back, as Terry and I were pushing the cows back into the field and saw TLC helping us.

What a cat!

WHAT NAUGHTY COWS!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Content —-Monday, December 28, 2020

Glory B and T’Ata are free to roam the farm daily.

Come evening, one of us meets them at the back gate and

takes them into the corrals and the barn for their meal.

The cows don’t mind sharing.

Nor do they have trouble with the horses whispering secrets

To each other

Everyone content

Living here off the land.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

We (Will Seem to) Pause for a Little Spell—Wednesday, December 23, 2020

Today we are in the shift…from the longest night of the year, where darkness drags on and on

Where shadows grow long early in the day

and swirl heavily into the evening

But gradually, ever so slowly, the daylight hours will stretch

(Coyote visiting our yard 😦 )

And the night time minutes grow shorter and shorter

Sunlight will stretch a few seconds longer and longer each and every day

Until the seconds become minutes

Then the minutes will become an hour

At which time we reach Daylight Saving time, where we have a full hour added to our daily Sunlight

But even though the days grow longer,

For two full months, January and February

The days will grow colder and colder

Hopefully with moisture

Called snow.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Peaceful, Always Peaceful—Thursday, December10, 2020

The farm has a peaceful feeling.  The cows calmly feeding

The early morning sky gradually drying the glistening frost

The only true sounds which MIGHT be cacophonous — the large winter birds in the sky

I, actually, love hearing them calling to each other — I always call to them myself, inviting them to stay with us.  They would be safe here.  The cows would protect them.

They are beams of brilliant color and sounds rippling through the air

Peaceful…the light dwindling into a dim afterglow

A secret formula of magic spoken to us from God

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

In the Sigh of a Night Wind—Sunday, November 29, 2020

One evening, well actually during the night

The wind blew, all the loose and wispy weeds, here and there; driving some into our yard.

Of which, I thought it would be rather interesting to see the world through the ghostly paleness of summer dried weeds.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda