When the Going Gets Tough —- Sunday, May 15, 2022

The wind is so over-the-top

And I am so OVER IT!!

See all the trash blown in from everywhere!

Feeling sorry for myself and all the extra work

I looked down—and the Earth gave me a kiss!

A wonderful heart rock!

Smiling all the way…rake in hand.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

I Was Sent a Heart —- Thursday, April 7, 2022

I received a very nice gift in my email—
“I think of you whenever I find one; the photo is yours to use any way you wish.
I like that we share the heart rock connection. I have always looked for them!”
Marianne
Look at this perfect heart.  She said it was frozen solid to the ground and not moving, so she photographed it instead.
 Photos are perfect!
Gosh, I am blessed with so many lovely friends!
My heart goes to each and every one of you!
Linda

A Kindness Accepted then Gifted a New Home —Thursday, August 19, 2021

The Blue Skies came back…Blue Skies in the middle of the sky, which was ever so lovely

The conditioner on the swather broke–the conditioner is where the cut alfalfa is rolled up to crip the stems (so they can dry) and then gathered together to lay in lovely neat rows for the baler.

So, I was helping Terry move the conditioner to the shop where he could repair it

when I looked down and saw a rock the tractor just drove over.

It was a HEART!  The tractor broke it! Sometimes the load is just too heavy, even for a rock.

It is now home in my Rock Garden, put together (sorta) resting with all the hearts I have living there.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Elf Bolt, Wraith Stone, Eagle Stone, Snake Stone, NOT — Wednesday, December 9, 2020

I had just locked the gate —the one which keeps the cows on their side of the fence

Following Terry in the pick-up with our last load of cut firewood for the day,

When, I looked down, did a double-take, took out my camera

For I had found another, wee gift from the earth.

No, it was not an Elf Bolt, nor a snake stone,

Nor was it a wraith stone  (The Wraith Stone is an ancient artifact that was discovered by Amanda Evert. It was used by her to save her life when she was trapped inside a tomb in Paraíso, .— Raiders of the Lost Ark)

Nor was it an Eagle Stone 

My heart was beating fast…I flipped it over it stayed a heart.

A wonderful jolt of love from the Earth to me and to you.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Those Small Little Gifts —- Sunday, March 1, 2020

I was walking back from the smallest field, where Terry and I were working yesterday, when I came across a rock in the shape of a heart

O! THE JOY!  A Heart Rock!

Then I noticed the rock next to the heart—-ah! I see! I thought.  Once just an odd-shaped rock, now suddenly a different one..full of love.

Driving home Friday from the District Basketball tournament,  just chilling there in the sky was a beautiful Sundog.

In three days—which is Monday we are to see a cool down to colder weather.

Ah, well!  It ’tis March.  I would rather have the Lion March at the first of the month, than the last of the month.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

A Tiny Flash of Wonder —-Sunday, December 8, 2019

“There are moments when all anxiety and stated toil are becalmed in the infinite leisure and repose of nature.”—Henry David Thoreau

Friday, evening, while hauling wood I looked up and saw a beautiful rainbow gracing the day.

That evening as the day turned into night

The moon promised moisture

Surely to come.

  If not Saturday, then soon very soon.

On the way to town (Saturday), there in the rearview mirror, among the dirt speckles I saw (O! THE JOY!) a RAINBOW!

Which suddenly appeared again, after we turned the corner and another corner; there it was

Filling the sky with love and hope and wonder.

That evening (Saturday) walking across the field with Black Beauty’s Mom, my oldest daughter, she suddenly stopped “Here is a Heart, just for you, Mom.” 

And there it was a perfect tiny little heart. Just waiting for someone to show it’s self too.

 

What a delightful weekend, Rainbows and wee little heart stone.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Look to the Earth, Look to the Sky —-Sunday, April 14, 2019

(Hubbard, Papa (Henry Ashe), Henry Emmett —youngest son, and Willard top row,

seat William Hobson Thomas, Momma’s Dad and Momma, Ruth, Laverne.)

My Momma was the only grandchild/Niece of a large warm wonderful family on her Mother’s side.

(1929-2000)

She grew up knowing her Wootton grandfather, whom she called Papa, just as everyone else did.

(Her maternal Grandmother, Grace Elizabeth Hubbard Wootton 1879-1918)  died from an ear infection when the youngest of the nine children was just two years old)

(Momma on her way to school one morning)

This large wonderful, warm, funny, family always got together whenever they possibly could.

Momma would tell me that Papa (Henry Ashe Wootton 1871-1940) was a most interesting man.  She loved listening to the stories he told about his life and the lives of her Mother and all her Mother’s siblings, and his love of his life, Grace.  (Papa never remarried.)

Henry Ashe Wootton

One thing that always stuck her mind was Papa would say: “Look at the sky, marvel at its wonders, and also look at the ground, for you can find spectacular things there also”.

Momma said Papa’s desk had fun things he had found while out walking…an interesting rock, a bird’s feather, a shiny bit of this and that.

I must be a wee bit like Papa for I look always to the sky

And I watch closely on the ground

Yesterday afternoon, while taking some stuff to one of the outbuildings

My heart, mind, and eyes

Were dazzled by a tiny wee heart just waiting to be found.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Songs of My Heart—Tuesday, October 16, 2018

There are so many things that set my heart to singing

Seeing the moon (at any time; day or night)  lifts my heart –and seeing a tiny star next to the moon makes the joy even more generous

Setting up on the rocky point the sky dancing with light….wonderous

Helping put the finished ditches and the latest harvested fields to bed for the winter, all within brilliant hues of light—buoyant

A wee walk in the night where there is nothing shining but house and farm lights and the STARS!—Priceless

While out on a small walkabout

Finding a heart rock….a gift from the earth, the wind and the Universe

Brought home to grace my window…exquisite

From my world to your heart,

Linda