Cliff and Kimi bought a quarter of that huge semi-load of firewood!
So —we all (Cliff, Kimberly, Terry, and I) loaded up 5 1/2 cords of firewood and took it over to Cliff and Kimberly’s house.
This way they can cut it there and not have to come all the way out to the farm!
YAY! for them and for us and the shrinking woodpile!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Linda
He is a talkie-box
Always humming, chirping, singing
Letting his girls ‘know’ where good things are to eat
To run in hide, if something strange comes around
He’s a good boy. He doesn’t chase, attack humans or try to harm people.
Larry…you are a good bird!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
(I am going to use some old photos from my past blogs for this post today. I hope you enjoy)
Sometimes the news makes me feel as if the world is titling
Filling the places of everyday with tears of pain and sorrow
What a sad thing everyday news reports…everyone (all peoples) are small and lonely and caught in a capsule of their own thoughts, of anger, and meanness and ugly revenge.
So — so I try very hard NOT to listen to the news. It breaks my heart, the ugliness.
There really isn’t anything I can do —everyone has their own thoughts and refuse to listen to explanations outside of their personal reality.
Once we become trapped in sorrow, or anger, or revenge — it takes much inner work to cast the nastiness aside and move in a good place of being.
(Boomer loves the sun)
I’ve been told I live in a rose-colored world of isolation, my head is always in the sand,
Possibly so. It works for me.
I do pray to my God, and I ask that all the Gods of this world and the Universe please save our planet,
Please, bring forth forces of good into the world.
Right the wrongs, bring peace, save mankind, sometimes we humans, just don’t understand the terrible harms we do, because we become locked in our views.
And as I pray, my heart is filled with hope.
May you all be safe and warm and taken care of wonderful friends of my blog.
From my heart to your heart,
Linda
Terry and I were oiling the top of the snowmachine trailer
when I happened to look over by the canal and saw a cow meandering happily down the fence in the other field!
Terry took off down the long lane and shut the gate to our road, and opened the gate between our place and the other place.
Being a young cow— first-year heifer—she thought about throwing a wee fit, but also being very pregnant she decided running with a huge weight in her middle was just not going to happen she walked down the long lane until she got to our yard.
Then deciding NO ONE WAS GOING TO TELL HER WHAT TO DO….she crossed the dry canal, ran onto my lawn, ran to the corner of the yard and neatly jumped the electric fence, not even touching a hoof to the wire.
Next step for us was to find out where she jumped out and fix the fence there.
Our neighbors, next door, are big farmers and just finishing up the last of their corn.
Boomer and I helped.
Later we all took a small walk as the sun went down.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
While out repairing the electric fence the cows so delightedly tore down—I couldn’t help but enjoy the cold touch of the almost winter breeze as it cooled our late fall land even further.
It was on the last string of wire, when Shannon stopped and asked her Dad to look at into the tree. Hearing them talk I ha to leave my fencing duties to see what they found.
Another wonder of our magnificent earth…a huge wasp nest!
What a cool thing to find!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Joe Copper has been following my blog for sometime now—
He wrote me a very nice email and sent to me this very cold, but also very lovely photos of his home town, Oswego, Illinois.
The first one is the moon, the second one shows the wind whipped land, and the last one a stunning sunrise.
Then to give us a little taste of what the weather people were saying, when he sent the photos…the above!
Brrrr!
Thanks, Joe! I always enjoy seeing what is going on where my blog friends live. I also enjoy sharing what is sent to me so everyone who reads, can also share in the kindness.
Your friend on western Colorado farm,
Linda
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