The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Mom Did This to Me, Friday, January 20, 2023

Because we sometimes have weather like this

Mom thought I had better have a coat

A COAT!!!?

What does a girl do with a COAT?

I showed Mom.

I just stood there and would NOT move.

Finally, Mom took it off so I could walk around.

(She isn’t going to trap ME in a coat!)

Boo Berry Betty

 

Tackling a Much Needed Job — Thursday, January 20, 2022

The tractor shed (the oldest building in our place) needed a new roof.

So, Monday, Terry and I started the process of removing all the tiles, and the nails. (Yes, I help.)

It was a wee bit of a mess (like this wind-strewn mess of corn leaves)

But we are making it.  Soon we will add on the sheeting, the tar paper, and the new metal roofing.

Then we will tackle the new garage doors and add some new windows.

There is a deep sense of peace in repairing old buildings.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Along Side Fear is Worry — Wednesday, January 20, 2021

I don’t know why I’m having a hard time sleeping at night

Fears and worries crowd my head, causing my eyes to flip open

And to STAY open. I will the shrieks and whistles in my brain to STOP—but you know the results.

Thank Heaven’s the nights are shortening and the days are stretching longer

I don’t know why this anxiety arrives within the night

Sometimes staying with me for a long-time after I get up and start the day.

Sigh.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

The Farm Does Not Confine — Monday, January 20, 2020

Terry, Boomer and I took a wee walk-about on the farm one evening

The sun was just starting to set and the day birds and day animals were slowly losing their loud thrumming and calling — settling down upon the land

We walked upon cow trails, avoiding the very snowy farm road

Past the cement ditches waiting for the thaw

and slumbering fields

As the wild Canada geese winged their way onto our farm

And the Sandhill cranes bedded down for the night

Filling the air with their trilling calls

 

We gradually made our way back to the house.

Our farm, not confining but defining us, like all sacred places.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

In the Chill of an Early Winter Morning —- Sunday, January 20, 2019

“I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.”–John Burroughs

On a wee walk-about, in the dark of the early morning, with the sounds of two fox talking close, somewhere close

I once more fell in love with the light of the beautiful, wonderous moon.

The moon and the starlight created a dream world of glitter and ice. A vision in the midst of the heavy clouds at the edge of the western sky

caught in the net of resting branches of the very old trees.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

Work—Monday, January 20, 2015

4It’s time!  The range cows should be here in two weeks or less.  We spent time checking the fences along the North, East and West sides of our place.  They are not in too bad of shape, we fixed a little here and there, a broken off pole, a sagging wire–we still have to fix part of the fence where the Ditch Rider’s cut along the North side next to the main road.

Later on this week we will work on the South side and down by the other house.  Terry wants to have two dead trees cut down along the fence line in the yard of the other house.  One was hit by lightening in the summer and the other is rotten and leaning into the main road.

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I DREAD this job!  Those trees are HUGE and OLD and full of WORK!  He has a call into a tree service now.

I know I’m being cynical but I know how all this goes….the tree people cut down the trees then leave.

The tree people  would clean everything up but the cost is exorbitant, so ‘we’ say ‘we’ will clean everything up.

The last time we did a nasty big tree job like this our son wasn’t working, our son-in-law had winter break at school, and another young man was bored and came over to lend a hand.  It took all of them, the tractor and loader, a wagon and myself to get everything out of the field. (We paid everyone, I fed everyone; so was a win-win!)

This time everyone is working or has moved.  Sigh!

So now that I’ve throw my fit, I just have to get my head around this new set of work and move on.  Fits never accomplish anything…I don’t know why I thought I needed to throw one.  😦

Heart Stone

Then while I was dreading the tree cutting job…the earth gave me a gift.  A rock in the shape of a heart.  All I need to do is take one day at a time…everything always works out for the best — if you just let it.—as my Momma always said. 🙂

Your friend,

Linda