There, Just There, Glimmering in the Sky — Thursday, June 10, 2021

Last evening, as the day softened into the evening, I saw a Rip in the sky

Or possibly something ghostly–glistening in the sunlight and dancing along with the clouds

The tiny white speck is a jet going west

It stayed a long, long time, never changing until a cloud passed over it and I forgot to look again.

I wonder what it was. 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Sometimes I Struggle with Feelings of Dread —- Wednesday, June 10, 2020


I don’t know why I struggle with dread/ or the feeling of impending doom

I really don’t know why.

I even looked it up on the internet and found out that elderly people do struggle with feelings of despair.

Maybe it’s a subtle worry about aging and the future

Or the fact, as a septuagenarian death is looming ever closer,

(Photo by our daughter, Shannon)

Not arriving quickly, but not slowly either

(Photo by our daughter, Shannon)

So I am always rather amazed

Not stunned with amazement

But pleasantly surprised

When I look to the heavens and find residing there gently

Are diamonds….adorning the ether and my eyes—taking away the cheap feeling of impending ruin

All I have to do is Look

There within the white clouds, riding high above the breeze is that ancient symbol of hope, a promise of blessings, and the belief life is truly made up of roses and laugher.

All I have to do is look; give Thanks for what is to come,

All will be what it is supposed to be —- and that, in and of itself is Good.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

 

Some Things Clutch at My Heart —- Monday, June 10, 2019

This little cat, once a feral, now a very good farm/house cat

Loves Terry…she watches for him,

Always keeping track of him, wherever he might be

All I have to do is find Mindy and I know where Terry is working.

But sometimes, I also love to gather her up

And pack her around …it seems even I can make a pleasant little smile on her kitty face.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Summer’s Scents and Sounds (Although Summer isn’t here until next week )—Sunday, June 10, 2018

We are way too hot and too dry.  I know that other states are in the same scary place in time. Although I know I didn’t want rain during haying season, rain would be a very good thing now.

We are checking and changing water on a constant basis.  Terry is doing better, but I still must go with him to set the tubes.  Walking on a slanted ditch bank is just not possible for him at the moment.

The summer flowers are starting to come into the forefront of the yard now…with the spring blooms fading in the hot dry heat. (YAY! I LOVE SUMMER!)

Lady, that most wonderful mule, has gone to summer camp to work with Shannon’s friends on their huge cow ranch and with their Outfitter mules.  She had gotten very restless and in need of ‘something to do’.  Velvet and Cole just love her.  Cole is even riding her instead of one of his other mules.  Cole only rides mules.   They say she is a very good mule.  I’m so glad Shannon was able to spend the year helping Lady learn that all humans are not mean and cruel.

I miss her sweet mule kisses and when she would talk to me as I brought her apples. Still, I think it is a good thing she has a job to do.  She was VERY fidgety.

Our days are quiet, every day filled with the smell of roses

The sun pouring down, tingling upon or skin, glittering on the water, running or still.

As bigger and brighter colors fill my yard sparkling in the light.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda