Singing Softly—-Sunday, June 25, 2017

This morning, as we were sitting tubes along one of the pinto bean fields, when I thought to myself what an amazingly beautiful morning.  The sky was so blue it felt like I was standing within the stars— now invisible because of the sun.

Then I notice one cloud seemed to be filled with the form of Angel Wings—wings which drive darkness from our world.

Maybe I just made it up…but the unsurpassable beauty of that cloud filled me softly with song.  Like the sound of a beautiful wind chime in the sky.

Then like a breath…a breathing in and breathing out…they were gone. Vanishing and scattering into other shapes and non-shapes, breaking apart into little puffs and clumps of cotton candy.

But for a tiny spell, I saw a gift from Heaven!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-Mom and Dad Leave

Mom and Dad left.

Mom gave me a kiss on the nose, my special ‘when Mom goes to town without me’ treat, then she told me to guard the place from the fox and they were…..gone!

Forever….Sigh.

So I slept.

My oldest sister came up with Etta and asked me to come spend the night and the next day with them.

I SOOOO agreed!

I hopped into the car and we were OFF!

Off to meet Voodoo!

Where we all had to sing a song!

Off to hang out with Rocky and Black Dog.

Off to see Shiloh and to play with Etta.

Etta my love!

Then it was time to go back home and watch for the fox.

I didn’t have to watch long Mom and Dad came back home very shortly after I got there.

Mom and Dad got a treat and so did I….a sleep-over with Dog Cousins and to make some new dog friends.

Life is good!
Boomer

 

Work Interrupted —- Thursday, June 22, 2017

After coming home from getting the last tire fixed.  Terry said:  “Call Cottonwood Hot Springs, get a reservation — and lets go there for the night.”

So I called…they had an opening.  Terry turned off the irrigation water.
 Shannon agreed to take care of the cats and to take Boomer home with her to spend the night.

One afternoon, one night; then back home again.  A break from work!  How freshing it was!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

To Change the Reality—Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Terry says our daily reality is all about—

“FLAT TIRES! I can’t believe how many flat tires we’ve had since the start of farm season!  This is the sixth flat tire!”

“Well, at least they have been on different pieces of equipment.” I replied

“Hump! trailers, stack wagon, tractor, disk, and now the four-wheeler!”  he grumped.

“Oh, well…off to get this fixed.  BUT…I’m up for changing this reality.  How about you?”

“Okay…No more flat tires.” I agreed!

From your friend on a Colorado Farm.

Linda

 

 

The Earth Shimmers —Tuesday, June 20, 2017

My world is small.  I realize that.  But it’s a small I relish and enjoy.

For instance:

I feel great excitement, and joy, in the contented knowledge the pinto beans are up..sprouting forth into warm (HOT) yellow light

And every field of corn is up!

The green of all leaves coloring the world in brilliance!

We set water early, early morning and late in the evening.

Several times of day we are checking the water, making sure the tubes are still running, the rows getting wet, the plants receiving moisture!

Overhead the sun shimmers, baking every particle of everything…scattering— instantly— gobbling up every morsel of moisture into the air.

The irrigation water pushes up little puffs of dust, as the earth feels the exaltation, of the flowing streams; the gurgles of a song of hope!

Then THERE…in the chaos of rushing water I saw a rainbow!

That little gift bringing an sensation of joy!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Watching Very Hard—-Monday, June 19, 2017

For two days and two nights we got to have our youngest granddaughter.

She is amazing help.

Always willing to do something; whatever we are doing.  Always asking:  “is there anything I can do to help you—or can I help you Grandpa”?

She goes with us braving the mosquitoes and deer fly, plus those nasty biting little horse flies.

Taking her little red shovel— helping move the water down the rows– making that big warm farmer’s heart in her grandpa swell with pride.

Jumping carefully over the just sprouting pinto beans, we hear her laughing delightedly.

Then just before the dark closes  in completely she and grandpa would go for a fast, breath-catching four-wheeler ride, me following along behind….way behind so Boomer and I didn’t eat dust.  Clear to the Rocky Point, then home again.

Today we are back to just ‘ourselves’ and our normal routines.

For a little while, we were young once more filling our days with work and play that only a 9 year can bring.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Approach of Memory—Sunday, Father’s Day, June 18, 2017

My father was not what I would call father.  He was Daddy.  Always!  Until the day he died…very suddenly, an extremely long-way from home.  It was a heart attack.  Leaving Momma stranded way down south.

Now that is NOT something he would have chosen to do. Leave Momma alone to deal with the biggest disaster of her life, but sometimes we don’t get to choose. He was 72 when he died.

(Thankfully they were visiting our son and then daughter-in-law; so Momma really wasn’t without help.)

It’s been years now (eighteen to be exact), still I feel him hovering over me…just over my shoulder, I catch a glimpse of him now and again, and once felt his hand on my back.

I often wonder what his life would have been like if his Daddy hadn’t died very young. (Pete died in 1936—Daddy was just nine (going on ten) years old at the time of his Dad’s death)

Grandma remarried and lived a very long and happy life with her second husband.  He brought, into their union three sons; his wife died right after the birth of the youngest boy.

Grandma brought Daddy.

Through the years the ‘family’ photos show the struggle of my Dad’s ‘never feeling like he belonged’.

I I think he never really felt like he ‘fit’ until he met and married Momma. Who came with her all her southern born aunts and uncles.  It was at this time he learned to hug and kiss and be swallowed up into a warm, gregarious, fun, outgoing family.

For which I am eternally grateful!

I will always long for them, Momma died just months after Daddy…she missed him too much.

But one thing I know…he really is always with me…I can feel him there—-just beyond my shoulder.

It is a blessing I cherish!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-My World View

That wily fox zips through the farm yard every morning EARLY!  I’ve taken to sleeping outside in my dog house, since the days and nights are so hot.  That is how I KNOW he zips through.

I just let him run through. He never stays long and always seems in a big hurry.

Then Mom and Dad are up, we all eat breakfast and out we go to change water.  Sometimes the water is in the corn field, or the other corn field, or the pinto bean field, or….it’s right out front in the alfalfa field.  Where ever it is that’s where we go, first thing in the morning.

Then we go back out after lunch and just before dark!

Mindy Lou cat likes to follow me around and around, no matter where I am she is sure to be.

That’s alright…Min-Min and I are best friends.  I haven’t had a best friend since my wonderful buddy, Fuzzy Dude McDoddle Brown died.  It seems just like yesterday we were hanging around together.

Sam Cat really doesn’t do much with us.  He is the BOSS and we do what he wants.

Mom says Sammy is very old now so he doesn’t have to do ANYTHING if he doesn’t want too!

I always, I mean ALWAYS go out and gather the news on the farm.  I do it first thing in the morning, again after the mailman comes (there is LOTS of interesting smells on mailman tires), sometime after my afternoon nap, and then just before bed.

I gather the news out on the ditch bank too.  I call that work, because Mom and Dad are working.

Sometimes Romeo comes over.

I have to be careful around Romeo, he likes to nip by butt— right by my tail area.  It’s happened a time or two and, boy, does that make my beagle legs move FAST!

All in all my days are pretty full.

Boomer

P.S.  Here is the world on my level!  🙂

 

 

 

Almost Cried (a quote from Stephen King) —Thursday, June 15, 2017

“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.” – Stephen King

I know this sounds silly…..but sometimes the world, the sky, the very air we breath is so excitingly beautiful!

I give thanks for allowing to be alive, to experience this very existence of such a wonderful earth we live upon.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Peaceful Radiance—-Wednesday, June 14, 2017

The wind has been blowing hot and long for several days now.  Starting around 10 in the morning and sighing to nothingness by twilight.

The full moon is shrinking, every night a little bit more toward that dark time without the moon.

Still the evenings are beautiful with the shining path of peaceful radiance we call silver-moon-lit skies.

I love these little spaces of time, whereby it’s just Boomer and I walking in the silence (sometimes Min-Min cat goes along with us) ….which really isn’t silent.

The furnace blast of heat is gone, the night air calm and alive, with an intoxication, of being pleasantly free from huge gusts of heat—hot wind, which whirls my hair into my face and mouth; free from being pelted with tiny bits of dirt.

In the daytime we hear the voice of the wind, but as the evening comes on we feel the night of tranquility!

From my heart to your world,

Linda