Whipping Gusts of Wind —- Monday, June 6, 2022

Not only filling your eyes, ears, nose, and HAIR

Full of dirt!

It has a tendency to whip your words away!

.Even on a clear day the dirt devils fling bits of this and that here and Up THERE!

In spite of all that…Linkin found a Heart Rock just for me! (and for her)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


In the Mild Early Summer Morn— Sunday, June 6, 2021

A little Robin Red-Breast busily gathered bits of weeds and such

Then he/she swooped down and grabbed a big fat bug, not far from where I sat

Later in the warming sunshine he/she gathered nesting material from the riches I seemed to just be ‘throwing away’

What a fun experience I had…sharing the morning with this busy little bird(s)!

From my world to your heart,


In the Warmth and Glow of a Late Spring Day —Thursday, June 6, 2019

The quiet beauty of a farm  is not the glamor and glitz of a town, city, metropolis

Still, there is a bright glitter in the green growth of weeds and the

Quick flutters of wings and feathers.

To be able to actually see the enchantment

A human must be like a creeping shadow

Instead of blending into the raucous noise of a cities roar

Care must be taken to experience the unusual, instead of flinging oneself into the

Shimmering excitement of towns

The gold is lifted to our eyes on gentle breezes

As the shadows fall sharp upon the furrowed land.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


The Day Filled with Wonder—-Wednesday, June 6, 2018

There is always something to see

Something new to discover, just there…or over here…or right before our eyes

Some wonderful thing reflected back to us in the light


Color reflected on to our iris’; showing the world as new.

We are lucky, you and I, for having the gift of this amazing world we call earth.

From my world to your heart,


If Ever I Leave You—Monday, June 6, 2016

To take from William Butler Yeats: The Lake Isle of Innisfree–” I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, and a small cabin I build there of clay and wattles made; nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, and live alone in the bee-loud glade”.

Close-of-the-dayIf ever I leave You—You will find me here. Somewhere ‘out here’ where you can hear the dark descending upon the land.

Clouds-2The busy day full of humming bees, sky of blue, and puffy white clouds, the temperature hot and the air full of the fragrances of all growing things.

Dry-Rows(How we let ourselves know that the water didn’t make it to the end of the row.)

Storm-of-Kebler-PassStanding on the ditchbank Terry and I watched a huge lighting storm flashing over Kebler Pass between Crawford and Crested Butte.


If ever I leave you…please stand still…listening… for I will be here.  On this farm where the land, the sky, and air speak to me.

From my world to your heart.



It’s Raining Here—Again—Wednesday, June 6, 2015

floodSure is good for the weeds and the flowers, not so good for my working in the weeds and flowers.


It’s also hard to irrigate.



I worked in the sunshine (really the shade of the sunshine) all day yesterday.



The weeds I jerked out won’t get to rejoice in all this moisture.


Oh, well…the rain is here today and gone by the weekend.

YellowYour friend,




June 6, 2013

Just for a little fun (and to answer some of your questions) I’ll post these few photos of the Corvette Stingray


We’ve had the car for a long time (I never drive it–but I do ride in it)


He used to drive it in the winter


Since it has a rag top and a hard top.

But the icy roads and blizzard conditions made him stop that nonsense and just use it in the summer time….with the top down.

He gets offers all the time to buy it…but, well, you know the answer to that question 🙂  It’s Terry’s baby.