This Bright Sunlight Morning—-Thursday, May 24, 2018

The hay swather’s sound is rippling through out our clean country air

The sunlight is brilliant on the thick stand of alfalfa, as the early morning light pours forth; warming the plants, drying the dew

The scent of JUST CUT ALFALFA piercing the air!

First CUTTING!

May the rain stay away until the hay is made, in the bales, and sold.

We have a stack of customers already calling wanting hay.

Two weeks we should be done…two weeks and then the rains can come.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

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Out on a Limb—-Tuesday, May 22, 2018

While over at the other hay stack yard and implement yard, I saw

This darling little squirrel, gently sunning him/herself on a bare branch of a Tamarisk Tree–Salt Cedar is the common name.

Carefully Boomer and I left the area…allowing him/her the right to a bit of sunshine and a wee rest in the Spring-time air.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Ordinary Dreams — Sunday, May 20, 2018

Ordinary dreams are never clear–they are jumbles of this and that

As we sleep we walk in small places where the old gods used to roam

In that time long-before Christ came.

Those ancient gods of hills and woods and streams

We wander here and there in the dusk of our daily happenings, free from rituals, cities crowded with men

Where sometimes we walk thoughtlessly, as if we are kings, or fairies, or even riding on stars moving silently in the Universe

Sometimes we meet scary unknown things, which zip out of the air of our thoughts, rushing toward us like a demon felt only within the dark

Jerking awake, breathing like we are riding the wind—to realize we just dream.

Turning over…flipping the pillow to the cool side, we once more fall asleep and dream

 

A thoughtlessly as wee babe in a mother’s arms.

I hope your Sunday is a very good one!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Farm Report

Well, this isn’t about the farm. But is about the farm yard, to be specific its about the farm yard drive way…

Yep the really nice FEDEX driver showed up.  I’m always cautious…there is a mean UPS driver so I take my time warming up to these drivers.  But this guy is nice.  He always wants to make friends.  Then he hands me a cookie before he walks to the house to give mom her package.

That’s about the farm yard road.

Out on the ditch bank there are lots of little raccoon critters.  We have a huge group of them.  Sometimes they travel all the way into the farm yard and skitter around out back where the hay is always stacked.

I like to go out and see who is there.  A couple of the raccoons are my friends.  We ‘do’ things together.

I go with Mom all the time.  We go change water.  We also go over to my sister’s so I can see my dog cousins,

and we head out and check on the fences —

good fences make good neighbors, Mom always says.

Mindy cat is a farm cat.  She is really good at catching mice.  Really good.  She sometimes eats so many she herks them back up.  I just sniff the herk, but—not to my taste.  I leave it there until Mom comes along and picks it up with a shovel.

I don’t know what Mom does with it, but…something.  Anyway, it’s gone.

And the wind…don’t get me started about the wind…it’s been so strong that it lifts my ears right up in the air.  Mom says I look cute with my ears blowing in the wind.

Well, that my farm report.  Mom and I hope you have a good weekend.

Boom Beaglie Brown a.k.a. Sherlock Boomer

Talk to the Stars—-Wednesday, May 16, 2018

So do you talk to the stars?

Sometimes I do…they are so beautiful, so amazing, so glittering, so vast.

Sometimes I stand on the ditch bank…my arms flung wide and tell our farm…how beautiful it is.

Even after a long day of working in my yard, helping with the irrigation, cleaning the house, painting fences…when the pain in my arms and back almost blind me

I still feel the most profound gift of this amazing place where Terry and I live.

Sometimes the breathtaking life surrounding us –is like a spell… The bats flitting in the gathering gloom, the last of the Barn Swallows feeding on the mosquitoes, the stars just starting to appear in the darkening heavens, the soil thriving and growing plants, the plants forming from little seeds,

It all weaves a pattern, like a spell.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Life is a Collection of Little Lives (Nicholas Sparks) —-Tuesday, May 15, 2018

“And I learned what is obvious to a child.  That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time.  That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals.  That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.  But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.”– Nicholas Sparks

In reality…everyone’s world, everyone’s day is never made of empty spaces.

It’s made up tiny (but massive) jobs, tasks and steps undertaken here and there

Each job feeling twice as big in the beginning of the task

Then gradually taking shape; finally the whole process over and done.

Then there is the end of the day.  Glittering thick with orange and red sunlight, as the night creeps up from the land; finally touching the still warm sky, brilliant light filling air with dreams!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Happy Mother’s Day—One and All—May 13, 2018

“The Great Spirit is in all things, he is in the air we breath.  The Great Spirit is our Father, but the Earth is our Mother.  She nourishes us, that which we put into the ground she returns to us….”  — Big Thunder (Bedagi) Wabanaki Algonquin

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY to each and everyone of you!

Love,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— My Ordinary Day

Nothing much is happening here.  No adventures, no real worries, nothing that a good beagle can’t deal with.

 

Just Ordinary Days.

We like ordinary days.

Ordinary days…don’t have big problems to solve,

Or scary coyotes to deal with,

Or something hard to handle.

They just have the ordinary things to do:

Go with Mom and do whatever she is doing.  Which means I follow behind and sit and watch Mom, while she does what she does

Or I sniff around getting the news, while mom does whatever she does

Anytime Mom gets on the four-wheeler I’m right there to go with her, all wadded up on the back seat with my body touching her body so she knows I’m safe.

Sometimes I sit up straight and help Mom drive…I lend her my nose so she can go where the best smells are.

Then when she is ‘doing’ something out on the farm, I take off and check out all the happenings going on from the last time I was up there two hours ago.

Sometimes I scare up a pheasant or two

Sometimes some Quail, or rabbits. Or the summer geese.  But I never chase any of them.  Mom say’s I’m a strange beagle, beagle usually like to hunt animals.

Well, not this beagle.  I just like to gather news.

Once Mom left me up at the Upper End (because I didn’t want to go back home just then).

It was HOT walking all the way back home.  I need to remind myself when Mom calls and I hear the four-wheeler start…I NEED to get back to Mom.  The walk home this time of year is long and hot!

But the most wondrous time of ‘just ordinary days’

is when the UPS driver comes down the long lane to our farm house!

That is the best barking joy I can ever think of! (and if it’s the nice UPS driver, I always get a treat!)

Boomer

April, Wet and Chill—-Tuesday, May 8, 2018

April left us, that wet and chill month, with the massive winds that searched into every crevice and ripped off shingles…the chill of the spring dusk causing the furnace to turn on now and again.

Still the plants woke, putting on a few green leaves, then more, until they studded the flower beds and shimmered the pastures in newness only Spring can bring.

The little humming birds have arrived…I think there are six breeding pairs here so far.  The air around their little wings humming so much it it’s like a harp making music.

May has arrived and the winds have changed…growing warm and gentle instead of those massive things we had in March and April.

A calm time.  The skies full of sunlight.  A time of growing and acceptance.

AND MY LILACS ARE BLOOMING!
The first time in years!

MAY! What a joyous time!

Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,

Linda

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— The Game I Hate

I go with Mom and Dad to do the water, all the time, I mean we go ALL the time.

There is still lots of trash in the water…

sticks, weeds, corn leaves,

things like that.  And if it blows…the wind, not the water…there is even more trash.

I ride on the back of the four-wheeler, mom driving,

Dad leading the way to change water and check the screens for trash!

WHEE!  Bay!  HOWL!!!  JOY!!!!

At night, although I sleep inside, I go outside randomly to see what’s happening here and there and everywhere.

I sometimes go by myself, and sometimes with Mom—Mom and I take a walk at least once a night.

We are always doing something.

Mindy and I do ‘stuff’ together also.  She likes to rub her whole body under my chin purring the whole time. Or taking naps together.

But the thing I hate worse than anything there is in the whole-wide everything…is the  CATCH THE KITTY game!

Which means…Mindy, Min-Min Lou comes up to me, rubs me under the chin, walks off like she wants me to follow her…

then gets that playful look on her face, (she knows I coming right behind…I mean like, get real…I’m right there ready to go exploring with her) and

she raises her back into an arch…then leaps up and runs off.  I give chase, she runs faster.  Finally, I stop.

She looks back and collapses on the ground– rolling around in the dirt with laughter.  She knows I can NOT ever run fast enough to CATCH THE KITTY!

Believe me…this is NOT a nice game!

Boomer