We are having lots of smoke from all the fires in Utah, on the Navajo Nation, and even close by.
It’s all so sad.
Hot! Windy! Hot! Sad.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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
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
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
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
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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
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
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.
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm
Linda
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