If there is one thing, Boo Berry and I are terrified of, it is THIS!
(Glory Bee)
(LaVerne)
(T’Ata)
They like to kick small furry (and absolutly darling little animals).
So we try to never go out there.
But Dad says they will be going back to their forever home and the farm will open back up for US!
Mom says not long until Spring now!
TLC and Boo Berry
I’m in love with the golden hour
No matter what season it occurs
There is an intense joy with that magic time of day
(see those beguiling geese all beguilingly gold?)
Then the Sandhill cranes turned into gold to match the Canada geese
Then the clouds!
What an amazing gift the sun gives us!
Your friend on western Colorado farm,
Linda
The snow is so bright at night it is all the light we need
The world blanched into beautiful magical white
Then the glorious, incredibly wonderful SUN CAME OUT!
Causing exuberance dancing lights on all the snow
And lush blue shadows!
Incredible delight!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
They are BACK!
The joy of song fills the air!
Spring is coming. I just have to be patient.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Chapter Eleven
“Freddy!” I bayed. “Freddy come back!”
Mindy screamed and tried to hide under my tail…
under MY TAIL!
“Be calm, Mindy, it’s Freddy he will help us.”
“He is a FOX, BOOMER!!! FOX EAT CATS!!!!”
“Not Freddy, well, not this time anyway. Well, I don’t think he will. I just need his help, Mindy. Stay as close to me as you can, attach yourself. We have to have help to get from here to home. Freddy is our best bet.”
I looked around and saw Freddy trotting back to me.
“Hey, Boom! Man, it’s good to see you again.” Freddy high-fived my right front paw with his left front paw.
We started to chest bump when I realized I had Mindy attached to my hip.
“Hey, Freddy, I need your help.”
“Sure, Buddy. Whatever Can I do?” Freddy smiled his huge foxy smile.
“I need to get home. And I need to get Mindy…here Mindy, say Hi. Home. It’s getting onto Coyote prowling time and I need to get Mindy back to Mom and Dad before she becomes Coyote lunch.”
Freddy looked around my body, saw Mindy all scrunched up tight against my hip.
“Well, well, hum mm, soft yummy cat…drool, slobber, slurp, Home, you say. Okay. I can do that. But we have to be moving along fast I passed two coyotes heading toward this area a few minutes ago.
“Come on!” Freddy waved his paw and took off down the farm road. I’ll take the lead and you bring up the rear Boomer. Mindy you can run in the middle.”
“YEOWL! I’m not going anywhere but right next to you Boomer! You get right up there close to Freddy and I’m staying attached to your hip.”
Just then—
The first Coyote ran right in front of Freddy.
Chaos is hard to live with…we all fear disorder, confusion, upheaval
Because we fear bedlam we work very hard to discipline ourselves so nothing unexpected occurs.
Of course, if there is order, discipline and ‘nothing to worry about’.
THERE IS NO MAGIC!!! Ever, for why would you need it!
But….back to the need to have order—- on Monday, I wrote about my mother, grandmother, and grandfather
From that post, I learned about Hobo signs…Chaucea left a comment telling me: “Yes! Hoboglyphs! (For instance, four horizontal lines means “Housewife feeds for chores.”)Its a truly fascinating history of hoboglyphs/hobo code, especially during the Great Depression”.
February’s Full Moon is called the Hunger Moon. A time of scarcity and want. If you click on the blue link you will be taken to a site that will give you the names of the moon in the northern hemisphere AND in the southern hemisphere.
But for us it’s finally warming up, of which I am very grateful!
The warmth is good for giving birth to new little ones. There are more and more every day. Such a huge joy!
Two full weeks to go until farming starts. Not long now. Two weeks for the ‘decision to be finalized’. Nothing has been carved into to stone (at this point), but the time is narrowing down. (BUT I must say there is a huge restlessness occurring…
the tractor with the blade has been out and about scraping up the ruts in the long lane to our house, blading in old ditches,
fences have been moved, straighten and re-aligned…
The woodpile is cut, sawed, chopped, and split …..the sheds straightened and sorted…)
Two weeks…
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 