Scattering of Sweet Dreams—Sunday, June 29, 2025

Posted on June 29, 2025 by Dayphoto

Sometimes birds feel like my night-time dreams

Ethereal—will-o-wisps

Very delicate

Actually exquisite, seems to fit them.

They are so dainty and elegant

Very graceful

beautiful

fragile

Joyful

Even though life can be tenuous

The word really is JOY!

Live each and every moment to the fullest

Live High

Live wide

Live Large!

Lifequake (n): A significant, sudden, and unexpected shift in the trajectory of your life that initially feels devastating but has the beneficial outcome of catalyzing personal growth, transformation, and rebirth.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Magic, Speaking of Magic — Thursday, June 29, 2023

Posted on June 29, 2023 by Dayphoto

A Huge Big Magical Event (for me)

Is the setting of the sun

Always!

From one day to the next, and the next, and then the day following.

Magic–the bright yellow light of the setting Summer sun!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

In the Shadows of Big White Fluffy Clouds — Wednesday, June 29, 2022

Posted on June 29, 2022 by Dayphoto

A random assortment of wildlife

Quail doing his mating dance

DUCK! WASP!

A Dust Devil playing across the farm

The songs of the Red-Winged Blackbirds fill the air

Sunlight through little bunny ears

Art from the Earth—a rock flower

Searching, searching

Shimmering beautifully, deadly in the air

Moonlight grass

Moon (and Star?)

Mr. Pheasant running down the lane

Bird shadows

The beauty of Tail and wings

Gifts of love everywhere

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

After the Rain — Tuesday, June 29, 2021

Posted on June 29, 2021 by Dayphoto

The world smells clean, fresh, intoxicating

The flowers seem polished; brighter

Although the ‘before’ wind was a tad hard of nests—Sigh.

Still, it feels like the world is whistling a jolly

And rather charming tune

What a wonderful World!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

No Matter What Occurs —-Monday, June 29, 2020

Posted on June 29, 2020 by Dayphoto

While out setting water for the last time yesterday

Feeling all exhausted and wore out, from way too much work during the day

I found TWO heart rocks, resting where they have rested for a very long time

It amazes me how I can go by a place, work within a space, and never see a heart rock

Then, just as I need a pick-me-up; the invisible becomes visible.

From that point on, my heart, my mind, and my soul felt relaxed.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A Tree Top High—-Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Posted on June 29, 2016 by Dayphoto

Everyday, as I work in the yard, pulling weeds, watering, fertilizing, and deadheading a loud squawking permeates the air. I move from bed to bed and the squawking follows me:

“DANGER! HUMAN! DANGER! BEWARE!”

Finally I was able to get a sorta decent photo of this loud and gorgeous bird. Albeit, not a very good photo.

Does anyone know what this bird is? It isn’t a Starling, I know those birds. They have their home on the west side of the yard.

This little bird also has a very sweet whistle a twwwwo deeeeeeeeeee sound.

I am wondering if it is a pale-eyed Thrush, although I don’t know if they live here.

I am rather enjoying listening to it. I can tell the difference between HUMAN and CAT! OH MY GOD CAT…to DOG…there is a DOG! OH! HUMAN, HUMAN IN THE YARD! Calls. 🙂

Thank you for your help!

Love,

Linda

Mid-Summer Days—Monday, June 29, 2015

Posted on June 29, 2015 by Dayphoto

To some working on the land is lonely. Only you and the sky and the earth. But to me (and to Terry) it isn’t lonely.

There are plants who need our care and plants

we despair of (the nodding thistle, lovely but a huge nuisance).

Light floods the air and heat shimmers up off the land. Just to glace upon the brilliance is to think there is nothing but silence there. But it isn’t true…the song birds fill the air with music and bugs (the good bugs and the not-so-good bugs).

The new momma deer and her brand new little fawn scamper close to us, not afraid. They are many generations of deer, who have lived here safe. We feed them so they stay out of the crops. They do their part and eat at the pastures.

The thought always runs in the back of the mind…’my this is pretty. I feel so tremendously blessed’…all the while acknowledging the inadequacy of the word blessed.