I Ran Across These Photos a Day or So Ago —– Sunday, June 23, 2019

I had to smile great big at this little series of photos for a long time ago

Grandpa was holding Blade and baby Tally

He speaks to Tally who looks at him in a very puzzled way

Then Grandpa looks up at something.  Blade peaks around the blanket; Tally is WIDE-EYED at Grandpa

Blade covers up his head, Grandpa looks rather content, but baby Tally looks at me just stunned!

I’m sorry but I had to laugh out loud at this little series of photos!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Counting Gifts Gained —- Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Terry and I were extremely surprised and excited and blessed to have our oldest grandchildren call and say they were coming to spend this past weekend with us.

Having teenagers call and ask to be with you, as elders, is so amazing and moving.

You see, as a person ages you stop being ‘seen’.  It really is that simple.  Women are much more than men.  It’s not that we vanish from sight, but the showy glitter of youth and the marvelous golden shine of adults cause ‘elders’ to recede into shadows.

I know we are still loved, but there is a sorta struggle to relate—after all grandparents were never really young, never really ‘did’ stuff like they or their parents do and —sometimes don’t even understand all the tech gadgets all the kids know and use, thereby making elders — well, boring.

But our life here on the farm gives us an unusual identity

And old friends from Delta an added bonus.

So, for a marvelous three days, we had our oldest grandchildren with us—we played dominos, Skip-Bo,

went swimming at Ouray, the kids got to see old friends, and I cooked all their favorite meals.

Today we are back to our regular routines, tired but ever so pleased.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

 

 

Weariness — Wednesday, August 1, 2018

I’m tired.  I don’t know why.  I can’t seem to ‘get myself together’

There is always something I need to do or get done or should have been done yesterday

Although, I know I am busy all the time.

I feel like I am standing in one spot spinning my wheels

Everywhere I look there is something I should be doing, although…the should is as far as I seem to get

Part of it is my age…I just don’t get as much done as I used to even as short a time ago as a couple of years.

Terry’s and my day starts early 4:30 or 5:00 at the latest

And it ends at dark.  Sometimes, though, we do just sit outside enjoying the evening light (as you well know.)

And we have been fortunate to have visitors which breaks up the monotony of work

Still, I often wonder where time has gone.

There is still some painting I need to do on the house, the windows need to be washed, dusting and other mundane things to accomplish

Just the thought of all that work makes me…

Well, tired.

Then coming in from the last set of water, passing one of the ditches…Terry and I came across

A little message written in mud: “Hi Grandpa” it says.

Even though still weary…tired to the bone, even…the joy of being this age is immense.

For without the ages Terry and I are; there wouldn’t be those precious grandchildren…who leave little messages in the mud.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

 

The Gift of a Dancing Child—-Thursday, May 17, 2018

There is nothing like having the visit of a grandchild…

They bring back those things you have forgotten how to do

That shining, excited, gaiety…which lives in motion in youth.

Then it was time to leave us and go spend the weekend with Aunt Kimi and Uncle Cliff….bouncing, bouncing all the way.

From our world to your heart,

Linda Brown

 

The Journey without Directions—Tuesday, December 26, 2017

The Year 2017 is ending.

Bringing with it’s closing days — clear skies with very cold air.  No snow.

The moon is growing toward fullness, but for now it rises brilliant in its’ growing toward’ stage; in skys violet-black flooded with stars.

Then swings down in to the west long before morning; leaving the high vault of that bowl, which we call sky dark blue and chilled.

The soil here is dry.  Extremely dry, but works for walking on and not tracking in mud. 🙂

Cold air, brilliant sky…gradually we end this year.
A year, which begins, as all other years…a blank slate, going forward without a map, going forward into the unknown…

Grateful me– very grateful to be alive.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

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Yesterday’s Wind, Memories in Sunlight—Monday, November 27, 2017

We are lucky, in this day and age of digital cameras, computers, and instantly being able to see what was ‘there’ just a short while back.

Wisps of shadows in the late fall sunshine,

Of the barely audible murmur of childhood growing up.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Watching Very Hard—-Monday, June 19, 2017

For two days and two nights we got to have our youngest granddaughter.

She is amazing help.

Always willing to do something; whatever we are doing.  Always asking:  “is there anything I can do to help you—or can I help you Grandpa”?

She goes with us braving the mosquitoes and deer fly, plus those nasty biting little horse flies.

Taking her little red shovel— helping move the water down the rows– making that big warm farmer’s heart in her grandpa swell with pride.

Jumping carefully over the just sprouting pinto beans, we hear her laughing delightedly.

Then just before the dark closes  in completely she and grandpa would go for a fast, breath-catching four-wheeler ride, me following along behind….way behind so Boomer and I didn’t eat dust.  Clear to the Rocky Point, then home again.

Today we are back to just ‘ourselves’ and our normal routines.

For a little while, we were young once more filling our days with work and play that only a 9 year can bring.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Family/Infinite Possibility—Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Every family needs one another….always…always.

A family together

Grows…sometimes in an imperceptible way

Other times so loud and joyful it’s like a sunbeam in the predawn gray

The sounds of children are full of excitement, laughter, sometimes tears

Full of hope

Confidence

The infinite possibility of my family are held loosely in the secret chambers of my heart!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

One of the Chambers of My Heart—-Wednesday, February 15, 2017

catch

We went to another of Blade’s basketball games.  Only one more to go and his Freshman year of basketball is over; a very successful year.

mine

We are so lucky they live closer now.  Terry and I really, really like the school district that our son-in-law works for.  Their whole approach to education is just outstanding!

made-itThe girls are thriving!  Our son-in-law is thriving, our daughter is thriving, and our grandson is thriving.  A mother/grandmother and dad/grandpa can not ask for more. 🙂

drivingHe is now old enough to drive.

Gosh, they are so close; yet so far away …. a whole heart away.

Our love for these darling grandchildren bends me under the weight of my heart.

I’m sure each one of you understand this feeling—this feeling of love toward each of your children and grandchildren.

What a joy!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

It Goes on for Eternity, Then It Begins Again—–Monday, August 15, 2016

We decided to go visit our daughter, son-in-law and the grandchildren last Thursday.

It was so much fun seeing where they now live and to get and visit the schools and see the town.

Park

There is a dirt bike park across a short way…just perfect for quick rides here and there.

When we got ready to go, Linkin asked, if she could come home with us.

best-friends-forever

Lucky us we also got to have her best friend come stay also.  They have been best friends from the first grade of school

Very-Best-FriendsWhen I saw this…………..I just had to take a photo!

Friends

It was just perfect.

Best Friends for ever more…they tell me.

And I believe them!

Love,

Linda