As Winter Dims and Spring Brightens—Thursday, February 16, 2017

checking-cowsWe ride out to check the cows at least once a day. (I need a new work coat.)

little-onesThe cows watch us, but never running in fear.  Boomer is their main concern, but he never leaves the four-wheeler.

hidden-as-mom-says Moma’s hide their little ones out, saying to them —-‘stay, don’t move, don’t draw attention to yourself in any manner’.

calfThe older calves no longer care what we are doing or how close we ride.  Their concentration is usually set on something else they find wondrous and marvelous….never seen before.

hidden-001This little on has one eye on us and her ears cocked so she can run if necessary.

sweetieThe wind was quiet, the sun warm and bright, as we traveled slowly, ever so slowly counting heads, counting babies.

well-groomedThis is my favorite, so far.  She is very particular about her fur, keeps it herself well groomed and very clean.  See the curls on the side of her belly from all her licking?  🙂

newWe (Terry, Boomer and I) stop along the hillside listening to the cows moving through the grass, talking softly to each other and/or their calves, the chirping of the Red Winged Black birds adding into the softness of a very lovely spring day.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Time Turning Always—Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Our kids and grandchildren left yesterday…suddenly the house had an empty feeling, albeit was rather nice.  I’ve reached an age and time in my life where lots of space from noise, conversation, constant sounds is a relief.

I have also reached a place where having them drive away is heart wrenching; the knowledge they are gone —- back to lives far from us.

Happy-BirthdayWe celebrated our youngest 8th birthday! She is a ‘sparkly’ kind of child..fake diamonds and glittered studded boots were the hit of the gifts.  A Chinese blooming candle a delight upon her cake.

Watching her talking with with (our learning to drive grandson), and very modern 11 year old granddaughter,  has caused me to think back over all those many years ago when I was 8, or 11, or……  I remember watching my parents, friends of my parents, my grandparents and my great-aunts and great-uncles.  Observing attentively I tried on their ‘ways’ for myself.  Over time I took little pieces I could use, then looking deeply within I found things that I couldn’t find elsewhere, things that were uniquely mine.

Every year, as the grandchildren get older, I know they are inventing themselves.  Just like each one of us.

Seeing my age-marked hand, there in the corner of Tally’s birthday photo, gave me a start.  For a second I saw my Mother’s hands…no! wait! ….It was the hands of my grandfather, my mother’s father.

Grey

Ghosts of those we have loved and ghosts of those with whom we share DNA flit within us.  If I look in the mirror I see Momma looking back, if I turn quickly and look out the corner of my eye my mother’s mother is there beckoning me to come sit by her.  Just for a spell.  In my dreams I see all them again, just like before.  Standing solid in my life. Memories made of ghosts who still touch my heart.

The years have now join with my body producing hair of gray, wrinkles where youthful skin once was, my physical body still works as hard as it ever has, only it take me longer to do what I once did much faster.

Still every thing is good…this growing older, for it means there is still life.

With love, your friend always,

Linda