MOM!
Mom!
I have something for you!
TLC Cai-Cai
(Oh, you ask how BBBB and I are doing. We got it figured out. I’m bigger than her and therefore, I am the boss.)
Oh. One more gift for Mom or Dad
Yep.
That’s Me. A good protector of the farm,
TLC Cai-Cai
Sometimes I think to myself, that the Old Gods
Those awe-inspiring Gods of long-long-long ago
Are still here among us
Only we have different names for them now. (Like nature, wind, rain, etc.)
They are still here, flying with the birds in the air
Singing to our hearts and minds and souls in the morning
And in the evening.
They are in the sunlight,
And glittering off the tiny wings of Humming Birds
They gather in the most unlikely of places
They bring together the edges
Lifting up our hearts
When our hearts have tripped, or fallen slightly, or leaned a little too far here or there
Then the old Gods rebalance everything, even us.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Because
of this
Terry had to go out yesterday morning
And rake the hay…..
Please, Please, no more rain….not until we get this field baled and stacked!
PLEASE!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I, like you, believe our Ancestors and beloved friends are close.
Waiting for us to join them.
Death is not an easy thing
Hard on the one who is passing and hard on those left behind.
Yet, I think the thread, which binds us, is a form of magic
A place without pain, a place beyond tears, not like our place of everyday living
I feel so blessed to have had that tiny
fragment from the shadows
An amazing gift from my Dad.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
After early morning chores, we loaded up in the Corvette and headed down to Safeway where we met up with several friends for a ride in collector cars
Over the top of Grand Mesa, we all drove…a single line of cool cars, receiving waves from on-coming cars
On the way home
We ran into a brief shower. Complete with a rainbow.
But I accidentally deleted my camera chip so all my other photos, including the rainbow, are gone.
I wanted to cry. I had more things on it than just the trip. But, oh well, it is what it is. 😦
There is nothing to be done to get them back. I wanted to cry.
Sigh!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Blue Skies, nothing but, blue skies…(Ella Fitzgerald)
The rains have gone, soon to be replaced with triple digit heat.
I’m painting on the this side of the house today.
Yesterday and the day before was up here! One thing about it, I could see for miles. Although, I tried NOT to look down.
In the evening Terry, Boomer and I weed the pinto bean field. It’s not toooo huge, only 20 acres. We work at it morning and evening. Once the beans shoot the feelers and the rows grow shut we won’t be able to weed anymore. Weeding is terribly important…if you get too much trash in the pinto beans the elevator docks you for the cleaning of the beans.
We take a break; sipping iced tea outside, in the cool of the shade. Resting a spell and listening the bees hum as they gather pollen.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 