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

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

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!”

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

ThrushDoes 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

Morning StartTo 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.

CornThere are plants who need our care and plants

Nodding-Thistlewe 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).

SHIThe 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.

PAthThe 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