While out and about
Right before my eyes, a Dirt Devil appeared
I was able to get a photo of it! Then it moved into the sky and became part of the air.
I felt elated!
Metanoia (n): the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self, or way of life.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The Heavens Opened up and Poured down rain— then gave us a RAINBOW!!
Such, simple, simple joys!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Over 1,000 bales of alfalfa hay, plus 400 bales of grass hay are sold.
Gone to other homes.
Come Friday there won’t be a single bale left
YAY!
Cut, baled, stacked, loaded, SOLD!
Next cutting in three to four weeks.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Euphoric—is how I felt when I was able to get this bumblebee’s photo!
YAY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Chapter Three
Off we went, Mom, Dad, and I clear to the Upper End, then over to the Rocky Point.
After all that riding I was more than ready to get down when they finally stopped at the Middle Field to change and set the water in the growing alfalfa.
I HAD to get DOWN!
Riding so much hurts my bum leg, you see.
Down I went.
I sorta kinda hung out with Mom and Dad watching and waiting for a time when I could slip away and get some of the news out on the farm.
Good. They are busy packing siphon tubes, setting water…I’m off!
Oh! Look…a bunny. Darn. It hopped away too fast.
Oh, well… Quail!
Cool!
OOPS! I think I scared it.
Moving on now… PHEASANT!
I jumped back fast,
that bird was ON a MISSION!
When I jumped back the pheasant screamed and hollered I scared him so bad.
Then he took off in a run, flapping wings and he was gone.
About that time I heard: “BOOMER! WHERE ARE YOU? TIME TO GO!”
I turned my old ancient self around and heading back to Mom and Dad who were waiting for me.
Then Mom picked me up, put me back down on my very soft fluffy rug…Mom had put a 1” thick piece of foam under my rug and over the ply-wood so my hip wouldn’t hurt like it used to.
I squirmed down, snuggled up to Mom; we were off!
Over to the old Apricot tree (lots of apricots way up high), checked out the ditches in the horse pasture, Mom and Dad petted T’Ata and Glory,
then home again…
Nice. (I have to walk with my tail down when I hurry too fast)
High in the sky
In a flash of feathers
Appearing and disappearing, emerging solid and larger than life
Dipping closer and closer
was the sad fact for the little chipmunk, but a necessary lunch in the of the circle of life.
Sigh.
From my world to yours,
Linda
This Red-winged Blackbird was in such a hurry to get away from me I got to see each and every feather as he jolted into the sky
In fresh pale air, I saw little dangling feet
I love to hear this little quail calling, calling —a Gambel’s Quail
Their voices like ruffled water
The flight so effortless to birds, so fascinating to me
When watering our lawn the birds come in flocks to thin out the worm population
A tiny little Killdeer lingering as I walk by
Summer bounty in birds 
And of course more feet…and wings
The flash of feathers
Among the soughing Red-stemmed grass, in the beautiful small beating heart, of the feathered and winged world.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
How fast time flows. Sometimes I just amazed at how fast twenty years fly by.
Sometimes I wonder if somewhere along the way I stepped through a ley line. (A line of magnetic force) and zapped myself from there into here.
I still feel young. I still feel like maybe I’m 30-35 years of age.
But when I stop and think about it…I have lived all those years, I made the wear and tear on my body, although my soul doesn’t know it.
My mind and my memories know. Twenty years have flown, or thirty years or even more…depending on where my memories land.
Although time has gone fast, I must admit each moment is exquisite–in pain or happiness.
Each moment has made us who we are; who you are and who I am.
And THAT, my friends, is a very good thing.
Love,
Linda
We are gradually moving through the growing season.
The middle of this week we will be cutting the alfalfa (for the second time this year)
The swallows flit and dart through the air searching out bugs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner! Keeping the mosquitoes at bay!
We are still having wind…sometimes a light breeze that stirs the leaves in the garden, sometimes a wind, which whips the branches of the trees, and sometimes a wind we can not see; stirring the clouds causing cloud shadows to move swiftly across our farm
This part of earth is truly full of peace.
All people — well, the majority of people—crave peace.
I find peace here…on this little dab of land…where dreams lift off the earth and rush toward the stars,
The swelling morning sun shouts “WAKE-UP”
And the red blaze of the western sun fills the evening sky.
Mother Earth, Father Sky…the infinite Universe…healer/scryer…the gift of peace.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
All the crops are looking good!
What a joyous blessing to see!
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 