Hey!
You cats!
We can’t go out on the farm (again). Mom, Dad, and our hooman sister let the EQUINES OUT!
THOSE THINGS ARE SCARY!
BIG!
And they can stomp on you!
Boo Berry
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
Hey! Grandpa! Now that you are working on the corn—can we get out?
Glory Bee the ringleader of the equines!
From My World to Your Heart,
Linda
I like it when I can find ditch foam. It’s not rare but it is unusual. (TLC Cai-Cai is walking with me)
Then there are the NAUGHTY Girls, who broke out of their pasture
Yep. Not a good sign.
Thankfully I was home and able to catch them and put them back in the corral.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Even in the middle of winter
There is always so much to do.
Just ask T’Ata and Glory B…
Scattering Sandhill Cranes is just ONE of those fun things to do. 🙂
Your friend on western Colorado farm,
Linda
The dappled light as we head out to change the water
The early morning sunlight casting purple shadows on the land
Reflections speaking loudly of our daily work on the land
T’Ata coming to help
While Glory stands sentinel on the Rocky Point
The day, always generous with gifts
Hidden just so
But still there, whispering, for us to see–
Look.
Please, there are gossamer threads of beauty everywhere.
From my heart to you, My Friends,
Linda
Earth ditches are a lot of work!
To move the dam (the orange thing) all the mud (the water is full of mud and it settles against the orange dam) has to be dugout; by hand, back, shovel.
Then moved down the ditch to the NEXT spot.
While we were there—Terry doing all the work and I taking photos 🙂
The girls had to come over to see just what we (Terry) were doing
Each one took a turn sniffing and running their noses on the orange dam
Then over to have a wee visit full of pets and rubs.
While working there a handsome feller rushed by
The Joys (and work) on a western Colorado farm
Where magic occurs every day. 🙂
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Every day, we are so extremely blessed; besides a million or so heartbeats we enjoy
There are trillions of other wee gifts— such as the silence of the land
tiny little presents, of everyday joys;
gusting like small soft breezes,
as we move throughout the day
(and in some cases, the night, or almost night)
Sometimes I think I would like to ‘know the future. To be able to turn the page, like we do in books’, then I tell myself–
Perhaps, I really don’t want that knowledge
I would miss the changes throughout the time I am living in
Therefore, I remind myself—until the cords of my soul are cut from my body; I will wear out each hour of the day, with contentment and peace.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
“Forget not that the Earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.”–Khalil Gibran, The Prophet
I was either seventeen (17) or eighteen (18), when my paternal grandmother, offered to me a much worn red, leather-bound book, with thin onionskin pages and a red silk ribbon for a bookmarker.
She told me how much she loved the tiny book and thought that I (possibly) might like it also.
She was so right. I did love the book and I still do! The book is The Prophet, By Khalil Gibran.
Winter is heavy here now..the clouds cover us like a tomb, but the sinking away of the sun lights those very same clouds; showing dark and dreary really isn’t totally dark and dreary.
Snow is on its way. The Moon tells us so.
The heavens are brimming with clouds, but still…in a wee break; the moon sits quietly in a moisture-laden circle of rainbows.
From my world to your heart, Linda
The wind has enjoyed tossing the corn leaves high, high into the air
The horses have enjoyed the clear, sharp wind
Running, running, tossing their heads, manes flying
The air so sharp it seems to glitter
Racing up, and back, then over and down. Their hard hooves picking up wee clods of dirt flinging the bits of earth in all directions
Lifting their tails, shaking their heads they race —onward then back.
While watching, T’Ata and Glory Bee, I saw another Sundog in the sky.
If these amazing omens are correct…we are heading toward major cold.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 