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Is This An Omen of Friendship and Love —- Sunday, January 3, 2020

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“Linda, Come Here!”  Terry called to me.

Once there I saw what he was seeing:

There on the winter-dried-out lawn was a white bird

It was all fluffed up in the 10* (feels like 8*) —–  -122 c ) cold—sitting motionless

As we watched through the window it started to warm up enough to want to move

Concentrating on staying warm, yet walking forward

Gradually it made it’s way to the area where we were watching out of the window

Then it was tired, resting near the summer chairs.

After a time, this luminous little feathered creature turned its back to us (I think it might have been hurt, see the black spots and the lack of rounding out feathers?)

Lifted wings and flew away toward the tractor shed, where we saw it no more.

The last time I saw a sight so rapturous was the day of my Daddy’s funeral.

(A New Year night moon through the trees) 

What this an Omen?  A Sign?  Love sent to Terry and me from another existence in time?

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Shoes or the Lack-There-Of—Monday, January 3, 2020

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I try to wear something on my feet all the time,…although, I think shoes are so confining.

Outside walking is NOT the same as Inside walking—those days of just running outside in bare feet are over

Now (if the ground is not wet) I can struggle along with socks and flip flops

Slip-on shoes for the rest of the time

With socks.  Shoes without socks feel rather ‘not right’

But this is my preferred mode of travel on the farm…socks, and flip-flops 🙂 In the winter-time.

Of course, there are those moments, with the mud is just way too much for anything, but

Boots!

Terry is always practical; his shoes appropriate to the ground.

But, if I am very careful, and walk-in old footprints…I can still go about in winter in my favorite mode of SHOE!!!

🙂 🙂 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

For the Good of the Whole—-Thursday, January 3, 2019

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The cold persists…only we did warm up some -3* (-19 c) this morning and 13* (-10c)  right now.

Still, I’m sure it’s all for the good of things—

In ways, I don’t understand…nature, after all, is rather mysterious.

But still, we must remember to treat nature with respect for nature doesn’t see anything but what is good for the masses.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

 

Cradling Warmth—Wednesday, January 3, 2018

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We are cold today.  So cold it’s painful to walk out and about doing the things needing to be done.

Although it isn’t a cold without noise.

Which makes me happy.

I have been thinking and thinking of what I want to do this year…I no longer make Resolutions–they seem so negative…a take away of sorts.  So of course I can never keep them.

 

I have reached an age where I don’t want to ‘take away’ but to add into my life.

Every morning I read my favorite blogs and visit my friends on FaceBook,  happily touching their lives, when I came across Connie’s post for the New Year. 

It’s stuck with me for days.  She picked one word….just one that would help her strive toward the things she is interested in achieving this year.

So I’ve decided to follow her example and pick one word—

My one word for this year is Resolve.

I want to resolve so many things—finish cleaning out my house, yards, around the farm buildings;  getting rid of ‘stuff’, either through selling it or giving it away.

Resolve to see anew objects that have grown familiar and share these new found things with you on my blog.

I would be incredibly happy to finally resolve two family lines in my genealogy.  My Dad’s side — the Doyles.  And my grandfather’s on my mother’s side — Thomas.  I have been stuck for 48 years on those two lines, moving them beyond into the place where they all crossed the pond would be a huge accomplishment.

I would like to use this intention (Resolve) to approach so many things; not resting and hoping I will ‘find the time’ to do this or that, but that I do it!

Time (at my age) is now like a twilight wind; I want to enjoy, love, experience and share each moment to the fullest!

And, yes, I want to continue sharing with you—this tiny piece of life on a farm.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

The Glancing Touch of a Feathered Wing—-Tuesday, January 3, 2017

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walk-2For some reason sleep seems to elude me.

Night can be so long. Sigh.

Sometimes I fancy I can feel the touch, of that feathered wing, of the  Dark Angel flitting around searching for those ‘whose time has come.’

When that happens I get up and read or Boomer and I take a midnight walk.

Sometimes I think it would be nice to be a little child again…you know that time when you would feel all fretful and fussy inside, unable to relax.  Then along would come Momma–holding our little child’s body against the warmth of her body.  My Momma would hum as she held me; until rest came.

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Terry and I have decided we need to move more…get outside…Do Something.

At different points in the day I put put on my large, large coat…it’s so big it swallows me whole, but I like it for hauling wood–it allows me to move around easily.  I, also, don’t care it it gets torn.

walk-4Terry, Boomer and I take a walk.

We walk to different parts of the farm, make mental lists of the things we want to get done “come Spring” and then head back home.  Feeling  refreshed and glad of the momentum in the fresh air.

down-the-lane-157Then maybe…..just maybe…my mind will GO TO SLEEP at night!!!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

Discoveries of a Common Kind—-Sunday, January 3, 2016

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4Boomer and went for our walk just as the evening sun started sitting.

Saturday morning had been cold, very cold, but by noon a small melt was in place, the earth was bright and shiny from all the sparkling snow, the air dazzling with dancing sun motes.

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The tangible evidence of last years crops still standing silent and snow covered gives proof nature is always in command on a ranch or farm.

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But standing at the edge of two corn fields, as the sun sets or rises, feet warm and toasty in winter boots, listening to the secret murmurs of the dry leaves and corn stalks—walking further on, past the now harvested pinto bean field, up to the dried alfalfa field, then onto the rocky point…the whispers of the chico and sagebrush, the rabbitbrush and last year’s cattails tell me  that my mind, body and soul is firmly in the grip of the land.

I love reading the books by Elizabeth Marshall Thomas… here is a quote from her, by which I totally agree:

“I saw that animals were important. I saw that plants were even more important.  I was also to learn that compared to many of the other species, we weren’t important at all except for the damage we do.  We do not rule the natural world, despite our conspicuous position in it.  On the contrary, it is our lifeline, and we do well to try to understand its rules.”

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Today has dawned cold and clear, but with a promise of warmth around noon.  A small joy–but a perfect joy.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

The Skyline—Tuesday, January 3, 2015

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We finished with all the huge, gigantic stuff yesterday.  It took all three of us…the men on the tractors and me doing the ground work, but we made it!

There is such joy in those three words–WE MADE IT!!!

BestHere is a photo of the skyline—I almost forgot, which is why you are getting it in the evening.

Better-SkylineYou can still see the lightening struck tree (stump) in the back, but the front only looks a little thinner.  I think I worried for nothing. Remember Misty wants that stumps to create another play area for the kids.

BookendsI will try to get a better photo today!  I don’t think it will show a huge gaping hole–like I was afraid it would. (This is the one before the trees were cut)

Today we are building fences, so I must hurry and get myself down there–Terry is already there setting up the electric fencer.  We begin in earnest, on the fences the second I arrive.

Your friend

Linda

 

 

 

The Pause—Saturday, January 3, 2015

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Winter colors are always so soft and muted.  They lend no warmth to the land…none.

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While the colors of summer blaze forth and simmer in intense bold shades of red, orange and purple

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Springs hues are all fresh and new…the new green of leaves as they unfurl, the sprigs of bright green grass showing up among the dry shades of winter brown,Either-WayFall’s golden flames shine forth from the brilliant trees to the bright blue of the sky

Winter-Sky2But winter…pale and cold and frigid.

Winter-3Surrounds everything in the color and feel of snow

Winter-Storm-4Wind relentless in its fury picks up the snow and flings it burning and biting into anything it touches

Winter-1The colors of winter…blue, lavender, pink and white.  The colors of silence, of waiting, of hunkering down, resting….

Your friend on a very frozen farm in western Colorado,

Linda