My computer is fixed! Actually, I had to buy a new computer!
YAY!!
Your friend on a Colorado farm,
Linda
Terry and I have started Spring work—but only in my yard and in the farm yard.
We are over winter! Well, at least we are over — hanging out in the house all the time.
So then this past week we’ve chopped out a horrid old bush that I couldn’t do by myself
We split and hauled firewood
And we ripped out all the invasive Wood Ivy along the corrals. Plus started cleaning in the corrals.
Yep! Winter…I’m a tad tired of you. Although, I do appreciate the wee storms we’ve experienced and the moisture in the mountains.
So here we be…week 8 of winter.
(And the songbirds agree with me…we talk about it all the time. 🙂 )
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Linda
Yes! It! Does! All the Time! WIND!
It starts around the last week of February or the first week in March. And it doesn’t stop blowing.
Oh. That maybe a bit of a stretch, but, I think you get it.
Mom is silly. She likes the wind. Well, most wind.
She doesn’t like the kind of wind that picks up buildings and flings them here and there.
But she does like the kind of wind that lifts her hair off her head and flinging it everywhichwayandup.
Mom is crazy.
Just say’n.
TLC Cai-Cai
It acted like it wanted to snow last night late, well, actually early this morning
But nothing is really sticking although the snow is coming in sideways and the wind is sharp
But yesterday was beautiful…warm and lovely and just delightful
So I hung out at the feeders
Trying to get a good photo of the Red-winged blackbirds in flight
They are actually rather hard to get a good photo of…
So I tried to get some photos of the other birds
(They wanted in the blog also 🙂 )
And then, of course, I had to get some of these magnificent birds
Then as the sun was setting
and the sky turned colors I got the Sandhill Cranes as they were circling to come in for the night!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Waking at two thirty in the morning we gathered our two bags and headed out to Kimberly’s waiting car. She graciously said she would take us to the airport, an hour away from us, and pick us up when we returned.
I was a nervous wreck. I haven’t flown in many, many years. Terry has, but not me. I wasn’t afraid of flying, but all the requirements for the luggage. Therefore, I checked the luggage requirement I’ll bet fifty times. Packed the liquids in the proper way, allowed ourselves only TWO carry-ons, since we didn’t want to check luggage once we got there.
Airports are famous for that ‘Hurry Up and Wait’ statement
Finally it was time! Off we went, high above the clouds.
Clouds, of which were all the way the from here to Florida.
Still it was beautiful….we flew INTO the sunrise
No land to see, but beautiful sun coming up over the horizon
After a change over in Fort Worth-Dallas International Airport, with a two hour wait we were at the Fort Myers International Airport!
Terry’s sister and brother-in-law met us in the lobby…huge smiles on their faces and open arms.
Their condo is like many others in Marco Island; sitting against a canal in the back, with roads in the front.
We had arrived to SUMMER!
YAY!
That evening we ate supper alongside the beach, just a few blocks from their home.
Sun, sand, SUMMER, good people to spend time with, the water lapping on the shore, SUMMER—-did mention it was just like my favorite time of year?—SUMMER!
Who could ask for more.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The very first thing this morning we had a load of gravel delivered. He had to come this early while the ground was still frozen.
The mud is so terribly bad we can’t get anything done. we can’t even walk out to the hay stack yard or even to the shops without sinking up to our ankles.
Although, we only graveled by the buildings
and down the long lane by the bridge,
it really should help.
NOW! Boomer and I can go for a walk to get the mail, instead of taking a wheeled-vehicle.
NOW! When the last loads of hay leave the yard they can GET it to get it! YAY!
It’s supposed to be 48* today! The sun is shining and the birds are singing. We have gravel covering up the mud…Life is Good!
Love,
Linda