I was out and about
When I saw
You have to be Extremely Fast
To Catch a Lizard.
These are beautiful flowers from Elaine, in the Black Forest, Colorado. Thank you, Elaine.
The amazing, over-the-top heat has arrived, seeping into every aspect of every part of our lives
Bearing down into our souls, it’s so hot.
No matter the boiling temperatures…we still must step out onto the farm for our everyday work
The sunshine seems to shimmer across the land
And the shadows fall deep and cool under the brilliant stunning baking air.
Even though it is amazingly hot the land is still beautiful
And the lives who live with us on this terra firma keep us humble in a wonderful way.
By evening a hot, brusque wind sweeps down from the Uncompahgre Plateau, through the canyons; giving us a respite from the baking oven-like feeling the lack of moving air seems to provide.
No matter what…heat and bugs and all…I still like Summer best! 🙂
From my world to your heart,
Sometimes I am so, well, — happy
The farm is just so beautiful
The farmyard is beautiful
The sunlight waking the earth from a wee sleep during the night is stunning
Brilliant light on the un-farmed parts, where the wild critters play remarkable
The air around the yard rich with the smells of lilies
A feast of color for the eyes
The heady aroma of roses
The happiness of our land squeezes my heart
Then while out setting water for the last time….walking in the exact same spot we have walked ‘for-ever’
I realized the pink rock I had set tubes by for years
— Was a perfect little gift from the Universe in the form of a heart!
From my world to your heart,
What a whirlwind of worry, I have just been through. Things are better (not completely over yet) but better.
I can see an improvement with the little beagle nose…the swelling is down
He is able to sniff with both nostrils now, and the snot is lessening.
Your prayers/the medicine–and Boomer’s desire to get well are all helping. He is still not well, but he IS better! Thank you ever so much!
Then on that golden world we call the earth I found a rock heart
Walking along the next day on the ditch bank…I found another one!
Vadarae sent me a rainbow—a double rainbow filling the sky and her very large farm in Texas.
Just the perfect answers to my sadness and despair—Hope!
Hope— in all of these wonderful and buoyant messages!
You are the very best…each one of you for you do care, and have sent healing prayers to heaven for me and my wonderful little beagle!
From my heart to each of your hearts,
Terry and I were out changing the water in the little cornfield when I looked up and saw
A beautiful sight….a SUNDOG! Cooler weather would be on its way.
Then last evening, we started having scattered sprinkles. Gradually as the night wore on and early morning came, a thin, much cooler spike of air rippled in through the open windows….and it began to rain.
Not a lot of rain, but still air freshening, washing the plants off until they glow type of rain.
Hopefully, rain in the mountains is stopping those malevolent, absolute evil, fires raging there.
From my world to your heart,
This is our sky…full of dirt and wind and wind and dirt and dirt and wind…oh, yes I said that.
Here is the Roubidoux just the other day
Here is the Roubidoux now and yesterday. I think all of Utah has come in on the 40 m.p.h. gusts we have been having.
But enough of that! I wanted to relay to you a story told to me by a long-time blog follower- Mr. John North.
Here is what he had to say:
Speaking of long ago— you are so good in relaying history of your area and your family too, I am going to start a bit of that myself. Not a blog, but just “personally” to you.
My maternal great Grampa,Charlie, an original settler west of the White Mud River in Saskatchewan ( early 1900’s) told the following story to my father when he was a relatively young man and around the time my dad married his wife, Grampa Charlie’s daughter.
He was a rancher and at the time of the story I am about to relate, he was a widower.
One day he was out inspecting his cattle. (The pastures in Sask. are measured in Sections, they were that large. My cousins still do that. ) He was an excellent horseman till nearly the age of 90 and sat tall in the saddle, dad would tell.
Well, it so happens that Charlie needed to dismount and walk nearer some of his cattle. So intent was he on looking after the Mums that he failed to notice that a big bull walked between he and his mount. (I wish I could remember his horse’s name, but I can’t.) He heard the bull sound off and turned around to see him pawing the prairie. He could do nothing to save himself, running was a waste of breath. So he locked eyes. The bull charged him.
Great Grampa Charlie was pretty fearless as the one tonner closed in. At the last second he sidestepped the big fella. But back in that time the bulls had their horns. As he rushed on by with Charlie doing some quick footwork, he swung his head and hooked Grampa, laying open his stomach.
There was a grievous wound, as you can imagine. Being far “out there”, there was no possibility of medical help.
He held himself together, and somehow made it to his horse who hadn’t drifted too far. He finally got up in the saddle and rode slowly back to his house. It was not easy and it was not a short ride. The distance is lost on me and I can’t ask my dad because he has passed on. But by and by he made it home and slid off. He got into the house and came out with a needle and thread. He then found an old plank which he laid on a flat area. Then he laid on the plank, tucking his innards back in. As best he could he stitched himself back together.
I know there are other details, now forever lost, but Dad said that he returned to the house, recuperated and went back to work. Not sure how long it took but he was up and doing and didn’t look back.
This happened while he was an older man, I forget what age, and he went on to live many more years. It all seems incredible, but he did what he had to do.
I guess it was episodes like that that made him the man that he was, Dad loved the ‘ol guy and the the feeling was mutual. He was strong and he was kindly. He had grit and he had cattle savvy. And it seems he was a “Doctor” as well.
What’s a little wind and dirt in the air compared to this?
At some point in this week the wind will leave and the dirt will settle down upon the land adding new soil to the old. The clouds will reappear and the sun will rise and set with outstanding colors. Just like Mr. North’s Grampa we really need to do whatever it takes to ‘get ‘er done’, then move on.
Thank you, Mr. North for sharing with all of us this feat of ‘just making it through the day’!
Than you, Dear Readers for sharing your photos of rainbows, and birds and fun stories. I’m always interested in what you send me. If you don’t mind I would love to share them with all of those who have subscribed to my blog. Life is full of wonder every where we live.
I have some ‘new’ to me birds feeding at my Hummingbird feeders. I really don’t know what they are so if someone out there does, please let me know.
It is possible these are the Lesser Goldfinch, but I’m not sure.
I am surprised that these big birds like to drink the sugar water…they chase the hummers off and have a go at it; draining the feeder in a very short while.
At first the hummers tried to dive bomb these big birds but they have given up now. If the big birds show up the hummers just move down to another feeder or fly up into the tree branches.
I tried putting out other types of food, but nothing tastes as good as sugar water! 🙂 They just let the oranges turn to cardboard….
If you know please drop me a comment…it would be fun to know who is ‘bellying up to the bar’, so to speak.