Seems Like Cows have the Same Perplexes as We Do — Thursday, January 23, 2020

Walking at the Upper End,

there I saw Three Paths; two diverged and one traveled close by.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves, no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
It’s rather nice to know that, even in the animal kingdoms, there are those who travel side-by-side or right behind; and some wander off on adventures of their own.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda

Cows and the Possibility of Calves—-Wednesday, January 23, 2019

We talked to the farmer the other day

I asked when the calves were due

February!  Not long now

AND there just might be EARLY ONES!!!

It always seems there is at LEAST one Early one!

Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,

Linda

Look at this Stunning Photo—-Tuesday, January 23, 2018

I opened my email yesterday to find a message from a long-time blog reader KageDog, who lives in Cedaredge, Colorado.

She lives high on a hill — here is what she wrote: “Linda, I thought you might like this even though it’s not a rainbow. 🙂 Devil’s Thumb from our deck at dusk last night.​ Hope you are having a great day!”

Devil’s Thumb is that distinctive point way over there in the Badlands.

WOW!  Really neat!  Thank you, Kagedog!

Love,

Linda

That Lovely Wild Shifting Light—Monday, January 23, 2017

getting-ready-to-split-woodAlthough we have storms, and melt, and wind, and rain….the outside work still goes on.

gatheringThe transient cool morning air, bright as crystal’s some mornings

homeFrigid, shadowed and mysterious at night

mudThe rain streaming through thick and gray clouds changes the earth from white to deep dark brown.

blue-skiesThen the glow of chilly blue skies filled our minds with sunshine

sunshine

Until a breeze, more like wind,

wind

comes up and whirls the falling snow into a twirling madness

stormThen the light is gray and secretive.  Filling our world with silence.

From my world to your heart,

Linda