Sunlight Poured through the Air—Wednesday, October 4, 3017

“Don’t believe in miracles—depend on them.”–Laurence J. Peter

It was warmer yesterday.  A lovely touch of sunlight, soft breezes and sunlit farm light

(that is a Gambols Quail coming toward me.)

We are still having tiny little hummingbirds visiting the feeder.

Sometimes I see only one, some days none at all…

Then just before the big cold rain I saw six.  My heart goes out to them, traveling so late in the year.  I hope they make it somewhere warm soon.

Then while out on a wee walk with Boomer and Mindy the cat…I found

A heart! A perfect sort of magic!

From my world to your heart,



Feathers of Air and Light and Color— Thursday, September 7, 2017

A tiny movement of color

Shining like  stars amid the flowers

A spirit of air, sunshine and wings

Shimmering in the light like sparkling waves on water

A whisper

On little wings



Single Notes — Sunday, September 3, 2017

Single notes, following one by one—

Everyday things are happening… moving soft-footed throughout time, from daylight into nighttime shadows

The bird migrations are in full movement now…less and less attend my hummingbird feeders, most of the spring and summer birds have left; leaving only the Barn Swallows.  I dread the day when they rise up in a body of one, dancing all together in the sky…then…gone—leaving behind a stillness a lack of chatter, and a loss, of their busy swooping as they feed.

Our oldest daughter sent to me these two stunning photos she took at her work in Grand Junction, Colorado

In the pause of utter stillness after the storm…Rainbows.

The air is cooling now…everything is starting to beat with single notes; the song of Autumn in the air.


Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



A Request for Help, Please—August 21, 2017

We have a varied and wide variety of Hummingbirds in Colorado…I have personally identified at least three here on the farm—-

According to this is the types of hummingbirds identified to Colorado— Colorado
Broad-tailedRufousBlack-chinnedCalliopeBlue-throatedMagnificentAnna’sRuby-throatedBroad-billedWhite-eared, Green Violet-ear.

I think this is the Black-Chin hummingbird

This is a Rufus…they are the bullies of the whole bunch

Although I adore their coloring!

I think I’ve seen a Calliope and a Broad Tail

But I don’t know what this little one is

It’s little beak is even blue like it’s adorable feathers.

If anyone of you happens to know would you leave a the answer in the comment section?

Thank you very much!




Time Falls Away—Sunday, August 13, 2017

Time falls away, while I sit and watch the hummingbirds.

Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,



A Malevolent Wind Gave Us Rain—Monday, July 31, 2017

Around four o’clock yesterday afternoon a wind-fretted bundle of clouds blew in churning the air into a seething angry mess!

The little hummingbirds started feeding in a desperate and determined manner.

Suddenly the wind shifted moved west, then north, and finally east, where it slammed into our area with a vengeance untold

Dropping rain in torrent, flattening anything which stood in it’s path.


Then in swirl of angst the wind-fretted rain moved on…drenching everything in it’s path.

By evening the sun started disappearing;  sending slivers of gold and silver among the slate colored clouds.

This morning is clear and bright, although very muddy!   The smells of warming corn stalks and the heady scent of Four O’clocks fill the air.  Along with the chirps and clicks and the buzz of many little wings as the hummers fill their tummies.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Hovering in the Air—-Monday, June 12, 2017

One of life’s little joys (for me, anyway) are the tiny little Hummingbirds, who hover in the air around the feeders.  They come mostly in the early morning and the late evening, but I have them off and on throughout the day.

Looking through Pinterest the other day, and being a tad bored, I decided to give myself a go at a Hummingbird Swing….

Well, that turned out a little rough, but oh, well there always has to be a first one.

Ahhh, much better!

So I took them outside and attached them to the feeder poles

Which the wind promptly tried to rip off.

Finally I got it figured out so they will stay there.  Then last evening at last light, I saw a little hummer resting on one of the swings.

Of course I didn’t have the camera.

Of well!

Maybe (as time goes on) I will get a photo of a Hummingbird sitting on a swing!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



The Return of Winter—-Thursday, May 18, 2017

We went from summer-like weather

To radically dropping temperatures and snow!

All within one day!  Yesterday the little hummingbirds sucked the feeders dry and I refilled them twice in one day.  Look at that poor wet little thing.

Wet and cold.

Today is a continuation of yesterday, then by tomorrow this winter storm will gradually move out to replaced with much warmer weather by Sunday.

Sure is a bad deal.

Our hope is the crops make it through…the hay was just starting to bloom, the corn up, my garden and flowers all planted….

Only time will tell.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




Women’s Work is Never Done—-Thursday, May 11, 2017

So why keep on sweeping the floor, washing the windows, vacuuming the rugs?

When there are so many more things to accomplish…’stuff’ to add to the tiny little cubbyholes of my mind.

Things that cannot be committed to paper

Those tiny spots, of which, if we will just stop and ‘see, will creep over us; tiptoe into our memory banks,

Fill up our wonder…then when old age creeps in, and the body can no longer preform…then those small precious celebrations will spill out in brightly colored heaps, reminding us of yesteryear.

From my world to your heart,




Once More the Hummers—Thursday, August 25, 2016

So far we are having lots and lots of Hummers.  I’m now having to make 1 1/2 gallons of sugar water daily.

I’m NOT complaining.  I just love these little things.

I didn’t do a very good job, but hope you can get a feel for these cute tiny birds.  Although, I have noticed, in just a short time, the Rufus have left…I suppose it won’t be long now for these little ones to head further on down toward the south.

Makes me a little sad, but that’s the way of the summer birds.

From my world to your heart,