The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Chapter Nine Boo Berry Tell a Story , Friday, July 18, 2025

Posted on July 18, 2025 by Dayphoto

I promised you I would tell you about SQUIRRELS!

Oh!

And it’s HOT! Here!

I do mean HOT!

It’s so HOT I absolutely HATE going outside!

But Mom makes me. (Sigh)

To be fair, I do have to go outside to do my business (you understand), but to go Irrigate, hang out with Mom while she works in the yard. I HATE IT!

It was while I was trying to find a cool spot in the shade that I remembered Mom feeds the SQUIRRELS and the BIRDS!!!

I dragged myself over to the feeding station. Started sniffing around, looking to see if there were any treats fit for a dog — when

SQUIRREL!!

He jumped right out of the woodpile, scampered over to the feeding station, and ran right into ME!

We, both) just stood there stunned.

Squirrel backed up…started to run off when I said “Hi!”

He just stopped and stared at me. “Hi,” he replied. “Gosh, you are a dog. I’m talking to a dog.” He puzzled.

“Yeppers, I’m a dog. My name is Boo Berry Betty Brown! And yours?”

“Stanley, Son of Stanley, Son, son, of Stanley, son, son, son of Stanley….”

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! I get it! You are Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley! Brown! You also have the last name of Brown, you know…you live here with Mom and Dad. Mom feeds you, you are Mom’s squirrel, so that makes you a Brown also.” I smiled.

“Wow! I never knew I had a last name— Stanley, Stanley, Stanley Brown!” Stanley SMILED big at me.

“What are you doing here, by the feeder?” Stanley asked as he stuffed his mouth full.

“Looking for shade. And maybe a treat or two. I only see sunflower seed shells, so no real treats here. And you?”

“I was coming down the big willow tree, and thought maybe I would zip over here and get a snack to take with me to my home. It’s a really nice hole in the ground under Mom’s old storage shed/ancient grain bin.”

“Oh, yes! THAT IS WHERE I’ve smelled your smell before! I’ve wondered about you and just what you were.”

“Well, now you know! I’m a SQUIRREL!”

“Friends?” I put up my left front paw (I’m a lefty) and he put up his paw and we touched!

“Heck, why not! FRIENDS!” We yelled together

Blessings—Thursday, July 18, 2024

Posted on July 18, 2024 by Dayphoto

I’ve been thinking about Blessings, lately.

Thinking how we (as a human race) are always looking for blessings–often time meaning some huge big something we are wanting/need/hoping for

But then it dawned on me—they are really everywhere-

In each moment of every day —for instance

When the birds sing loudly—scattering their voices for all to hear

The wind sings a little song in the leaves (in the trees or on the ground)

The summer gifts of rains and rainbows to the

The snows of winter.

Blessings are here and there and everywhere—why just now getting to visit with you is a huge blessing to me.

And when you comment we get the joy of communication between us.

Blessings!

They are everywhere. Truly!

Summertime, and the livin’ is easy” goes the first line of the amazing song “Summertime” by Ella Fitzgerald & the Tee Carson trio.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Shave and a Hair Cut, Two Bits–Tuesday, July 18, 2023

Posted on July 18, 2023 by Dayphoto

Mom said, “Boo Berry, I think it’s time for a bath and a haircut.”

So she picked me up—took me on a car ride. Dropped me off and LEFT ME!!!

Then came and got me (I WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE MOM)!

“Nice!” Mom proclaimed.

“Very Nice”, announced Dad

Cooler, I thought!

Boo Berry Betty!

Just a Few More Acres —- Monday, July 18, 2022

Posted on July 18, 2022 by Dayphoto

By the light of that Marvelous moon

And in the blessing of our brilliant sun

With the addition of water

The new field of alfalfa is growing bigger and stronger each and every day!

Ahh, the marvelous, joyful, time called Summer!

Your Friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Within the Restless Clouds—Sunday, July 18, 2021

Posted on July 18, 2021 by Dayphoto

Sometimes the unique occurs…Marianne from Northview Diary sent me this:

Hi Linda,

Actually every time I see a rainbow or a sundog I think of you. This little cutie was contained within a cloud, something I had never seen before.

Take care,

Marianne

Northview Diary

A gift from the sky!

a Rainbow cloud to cloud is very new to me and a huge delight to see.

Thank you ever so much, Marianne!

Just perfect to share this gift from New York with each one of you.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Wisp of a Tiny Story —- Thursday, July 18, 2019

Posted on July 18, 2019 by Dayphoto

Somewhere up there in that vast wonderous sky

Must live Angels

Or possibly demons—(Maybe the demons live on earth, or under the earth somewhere)

Maybe it isn’t Angels, for they are very busy running prayers to the proper Diety to answer them.

And we all know there are masses and masses of prayers heading to Heaven every moment of every day and night.

Maybe it is, hmmm

A wonderous being who is in charge of Clouds

Yes, that is it!

A couple, Man and Woman, who look after the silver-edged clouds

Tugging them here and there

Creating shadows on the earth

Which race across the land

Or leave the sky blank so the clouds are only memories

But when the couple, who are in charge of clouds, decide

To fill the sky with that fragile mist

And the Sun God allows the rays of his beautiful sun to be captured in the clouds

The world is bathed in colors so wild and marvelous it is a wonder to behold.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Fish’n—Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Posted on July 18, 2018 by Dayphoto

What a peaceful day we had.

Not a care in the world,

Visits with good friends

Perfect weather

And a fish fry in the evening.

Then home again, home again in time to set the water for the last time that day.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Heart of the Night—-Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Posted on July 18, 2017 by Dayphoto

Last night was beautiful after a day full of heat and humidity

We sat water late. Very late, as the sun sank orange and blue in the west.

It was way past last light when we got back into the yard

Later, in the darkest hour when the shadow travelers tread the earth — Boomer and I went for a wee walk-about…Mindy didn’t know we were walking, she was on the hunt

We came upon a beautiful little kit fox hunting by itself, an owl hooting in the willow tree.

The night world trembling with small noises, which seem loud.

The wind picked up a couple of last years old corn leaves; flung them into the air… a tiny devil twister making the night air swirl…

A wee night walk… shadowed grass, starlit skies, night creatures, plus Boomer and I.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

My Love Gave to Me—-Monday, July 18, 2016

Posted on July 18, 2016 by Dayphoto

When working up the ground this year, Terry found this amazing rock in the two-acre field

He sat it aside and promptly forgot about it until yesterday. When we were up there checking on the water he remembered it. Leading me over to the fence line where he had carefully placed it (so he wouldn’t forget) he asked me to look in the particular spot where it was resting…hiding.

A Collection of Fossils!

How blessed I am.

Linda

July 18, 2013 Sweet Corn Theft

Posted on July 18, 2013 by Dayphoto

A little of this and a little of that — our corn is starting to tassel and to make baby ears. Our corn is NOT sweet corn. We have corn that is used for corn meal and to make into feed for animals.

Not sweet corn.

BUT the sweet corn harvest has started in our area….you should be seeing western Colorado sweet corn arriving in your grocery any day now. This area’s sweet corn is raised for two companies, Tuxedo/Olathe Sweet and the other company, Mountain Fresh.

The sweet corn farmers around here are having trouble with people stealing the sweet corn — this whole story is really sad.

What happens is in the dead of night the thieves drive into the sweet corn field, drive to the middle of the field then take the pick-up and start driving through the middle of the corn…they strip the rows they knock down with the truck (someone must be in front of the truck picking — then the truck drives forward and knocks the rows down) while there must be people on either side of the truck because they strip the two rows on either side of the truck…they go through the whole field this way, evidence shows that they have a small fleet of trucks so as one if full the other one gets full until they get to the end of the field.

Then they drive off to who knows where, once they leave the field there isn’t a way to prove that that sweet corn in the back of their truck is stolen. The perfect crime.

This doesn’t seem like much, since the cost to you is in pennies or nickles or dimes or, possibly, quarters. But that is money to the farmer, for every ear of sweet corn a farmer sells he makes anywhere from $.02 -(at the most) $.05 an ear. Truck loads of luscious sweet corn leaving is either the break even point for the farmer or the profit, most times it’s the break even point.