A blur went past
Hunting for breakfast
Gone! Dancing swiftly and silently across the land.
Interstice (n): a space or time between things
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Hush, Shhhh, Only Whisper Please, Tuesday, June 24, 2025
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Home—Home, Wednesday, May 14, 2025
Home where the wild things dance just beyond our senses
Yet, if I’m very careful
Not making a sound, I can [sometimes] be gifted
With a wee glimpse of some of the wild things.
Confine (Kuh-meh-vin) welsh
A place where one feels he/she ought to live and belong, where nature embraces and offers welcome
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-I Wish, Friday, October 20, 2023
There are things I wish I could tell Mom
Like the news on the lawn
Or out on the road
If she just knew
Or…even in her garden
Night visitor of the scary Fox-kind.
But Mom doesn’t understand.
She just doesn’t.
Boo Berry
Small is Real —- Tuesday, May 16, 2022
A song our spirits sing to us
Beauty wrapped in the glorious sighting of a Fox in the morning.
The dreaming peace of the farm and farm yard.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The Adventures of Mindy on Friday—-Farm Life Series 1, We are a Farm, Friday, July 9, 2021
Well, since you don’t really listen to me, or take my advice—yes,
I have seen you clear out by the Butler Bins—-you need to get this through your fluffy head…
RUN! RUNNNN! GET OUT OF THERE!
TLC CAI-CAI!!!!!!
there is a fox out there!
Fox EAT CATS!!!!
Let that sink in…STAY. AT. The. Butler BINS!!!
Huff, huff.
Well, on with your lesson. We live on a farm. We don’t live in town, or in a clump of houses called a sub-division, or on a ranch.
We live where Dad works the land—plowing, planting, marking, watering, growing, and then harvesting.
Farms grow foodstuffs.
A Ranch grows Grass. Grass called Pasture. Pasture lands for animals.
Not us…yes, I know we are animals.
Big animals, cows, horses, sheep, goats, those sorts of animals.
Oh! Just so you know. Come winter, after the crops are gone from the farm, then cows come. They eat up all the dried-up grasses and weeds and alfalfa, and left-over corn stalks.
“Are we a ranch then?”
“No, we are a guest hotel for a rancher and all his cows” I replied.
So, now you know, we live on a farm. We grow pasture grasses, alfalfa; three big fields of alfalfa, which Dad and Mom turn into hay, and corn. The corn is field corn, not sweet corn. Although, the cows think it is pretty sweet and yummy.
Our corn is the kind of corn that goes for food like cereal, and food for animals; like chickens, cows, goats, etc.”
Okay, so now you know…we live on a farm.
Next time I will teach you more about the farm.
Until then you stay out of the cornfield, there are foxes in there!
Mindy Lou-Sue, or as Mom calls me, Min-Min
Exquisite, I Really Can’t Describe It Any Better —- Wednesday, July 7, 2021
Those flesh and blood creatures
Who share the farm with us.
The daily hum, of not just our movement on the farm
But the songs,
The physical movement
Even the air
The light.
All hooked together; like a large crochet bedspread.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
In the Drone of Bees and Hum of BITING FLIES — Thursday, June 24, 2021
The days move forward
Moving from late spring now into
Early Summer.
It’s a busy time (this little Quail is taking a dust bath 🙂
Our little fox is now grown and a busy
Momma fox. I haven’t seen the kits yet, but they are there I am sure.
While I have you here…what is this little bird? It’s bigger than a Finch, and is pretty much all red?
Early Summer,
A marvelous time of the year!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The Awful Necessary Dance of Life — Monday, May 31, 2021
The day is full of such amazing, unexpected, delightful sights
Little sightings, fluttering softly on the edge of our every day
Elusive, searching, trotting here and there
A bright golden/red spot moving along — just over there
Sometimes running in a quick and fast tightly wound sprint
A blur of spun gold with a lush bushy tail. 
Time is always spent in the pursuit of food
The minutes the seconds, the hours
The pause…so still…the birds are silent
Food.
One life-giving up living for another.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A Gift of Earth and Sky—Thursday, July 23, 2020
I sometimes get to thinking this blog is rather repetitious
I seem to only write about the sky, the plants on the farm
My yard
Irrigating…morning, noon, night
Animals which move around in the night
And the day
The worker bee of the farm...the whole farm runs on this one person, you do understand
Sometimes I liven things up a tad
OR a daytime sighting of a typically nocturn fox
Oh, Yes, I forgot we do have the returning deer
And the joyful visit of grandchildren and granddogs
And that sweet little beagle
And that very independent cat.
Not only the work of spring, summer, and fall, the work of winter
I suppose it may be repetitious
It is our life…
Shared with you on this wee little space in time
a miracle on our tiny spot of Earth and Sky
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
When We Think the World is Silent—Tuesday, July 21, 2020
Just for fun, I put up two, game cameras
These two seem to be hanging out in our yard at night
With two there might be three
This little fox passes by the Butler Bins on a regular bases
Around the corner, he/she runs
That same corner shows another predator ‘come a visiting’
And into our yard, her/she comes
Yes!!!
Even Oreo walks freely around the Butler Bins
And in our yard
Morning…they all vanish.
Making those who move about in the daylight….rather glad they don’t move about in the night.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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