Fish’n—Wednesday, July 18, 2018

What a peaceful day we had.

Not a care in the world,

Visits with good friends

Perfect weather

And a fish fry in the evening.

Then home again, home again in time to set the water for the last time that day.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

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Last Evening Late—-Monday, July 16, 2018

We finished up the work we must get done…just that stuff that could not wait.

After the company came, supper was over and all were in bed…late into the night.

Terry and I went outside and sat in the glider…just sitting.  Not really doing anything.

Just sitting– listening to the leaves rustling overhead, the back and forth of the glider peaceful in the very warm night.

The moon a crescent, a sliver of light  close by a shining brilliant star

We sat there gliding back and forth, back and forth like we were riding on the wings of angels.

“It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine.”—L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle 

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

 

The Fourth Dimension is Time—-Sunday, July 15, 2018

Tesseract 

A Geometrical and Scientific concept— where Time is a part of the whole.

I’m running behind right now.  Not just in Time, but in each and every facet of the moments which make up my life.

I know I’m complaining at this moment, although I don’t wish to be protesting, ranting, screaming.  Still, I understand this will read like a huge big cry-baby whine.

Shannon’s horse Glory Bree

I’ve reached a place whereby I just want to sit drifting…my thoughts in wisps

 

Jason’s horse TeAta

Nothing to do, nothing to think about, nothing to worry over, nothing to finish so I can ‘get to’ that other thing—Just void, blank, empty

I just want to drift on fragrant little breezes with nothing much to do

So, methinks, I might finish up some stuff, sit some other things aside, and close my mind and actions until company comes at four.  The house, the yard, my world will be whatever it is at that moment they arrive.  And I will be alright with it.

I want to enter that fractured space whereby neither time or worries, action and pressure cannot exist.

Schlegel_wireframe_8-cell  Shamelessly stolen from the internet

Once I make it through the complications of DOING NOTHING and come out on the other side…Time will once more be my friend.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

All Fun and Games A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

 

Ethie and I plodded on all the long hot day after a night of extreme terror.

We rested for a spell at the beginning of the night.  But I wanted to get home.  We were in dangerous territory.

Ethie argued with me and refused to budge.  About that time the leader of a coyote pack walked up the road heading toward us.  I quickly shoved a sputtering, clucking, hen into the high grass along the canal and SAT on her!  I mean…what is a dog to do when a chicken just WON’T SHUT UP!

I didn’t sit hard, but I did sit long.  I couldn’t risk that silly hen flapping herself into the canal or her squawking drawing attention to us.

After the whole pack of six trotted by I waited a little longer, then got off the hen gave her a push up the bank with my nose and we were off again.

This time Ethie listened to me and hopped and ran alongside without me having to prod her along.

We had just reached the little bridge where Dad’s water from the headgate enters into the little corn field. Ethie and I had stopped for a rest both of us getting a drink of water.

Suddenly lots of chittering and chatter and racket were heard coming out the cornfield…Raccoons!  And the whole family of them. Ethie and I took one look at each other and took off fast!

Nothing tastes better to raccoons than CHICKEN!

This time we ran and ran and ran until we made it to the old cottonwood tree!  At the bottom of the old cottonwood tree is a little hollow.  We were so tired neither one of us could take another step.

I pushed Ethie into the hollow gave her a little time to fluff herself up and settle in way close to the tree and the tree’s roots.  Then I laid down and front of her ………………………….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Morning arrived and with it was STANLEY!  Oh, yes! STANLEY the squirrel.   It was so good to see STANLEY!  Just seeing Stanley meant we were getting close to the farm.

Well, closer.  Stanley and Stewart had moved themselves up to the old cottonwood tree some time back.  I missed them in the farmyard, but it wasn’t too much time to trot up the farm road.  Well, way up the farm…way, way up the farm road and visit them.

I would do that ever so often.  I rather like Stanley and Stewart.

Anyway, Stanley woke Ethie and I. then Stanley talked a mile a minute about everything going on in his squirrel world.

I told him what we were doing, introduced him to Ethie, then he was off. He said he had lots of work to do to get ready for winter.  Winter was coming you know…he yelled over his shoulder as he took off down the farm road.

The day wore on.

My it was hot!

I put Ethie in front of me giving her a little push now and again. Down the long hot farm road, we went.

Gradually we made it to one of Dad’s farm equipment areas.  By this time the sun was starting to set.

We were close, but still not close enough.

Then suddenly and without any warning, Ruth silently glided down out the sky and grabbed Ethie around her very skinny but feathery body and lifted Ethie up into the sky.

Ethie took one look at the ground, then one look at the claws around her middle and fainted.

I saw Ethie’s neck go limp, her neck all stretched out looking like a very dead chicken.

That is for sure.

“HEY, DOG!  SEE YOU IN THE FARMYARD!  IT’S TIME THIS BIRD MADE IT HOME!”

With that Ruth and Ethie flew way up into the sky turned toward the farmhouse and was gone!

I picked up my feet, tail wagging and ran as fast as my beagle legs could take me to HOME!

The Day Full of the Hum of Bumblebees—-Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Summer….one thing about hot summer days and warm summer evenings is:

BABIES

Lots of babies…the Barn Swallow nests on our house there are about 8 nests all full of various stages of ‘kids’

I still have not seen any little baby hummingbirds…although, I keep looking and watching.  I would have thought there would have been something by now.

But…not yet.

I will keep watch.  Surely I will get to see something soon!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Two Mini-Storms—-Monday, July 9, 2018

For two days straight now, the afternoon heat has given way to huge wind storms, with misting of rain.

But before the cooling of the skies, the heat creeps steadily throughout the day, building sweat on bodies and causing animals and birds to pant.

The sun beats down on the plants, the buildings, and the trees.

The lacy shadows spreading slowing on the ground allowing a repass for anything or anyone stopping in the shade.

The myriad of wildfires in the surrounding areas fill the skies with smoke, the smell of briskly burning timber coming in faintly on the wind.

Huge winds push the storms along, moving them to us from Utah, across the Uncompahgre Plateau, knocking branches down and stirring colossal twisters in the loose soil

Then the wee tiny gift of moisture arrives…causing one and all to tremble with delight and relief.

Not enough to really dampen anything, but enough to refresh the air, the mind, the body and the soul.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

An Update on the Duck—-Sunday, July 8, 2018

Since the duck was white, everyone decided she needed to be named something from the movie Frozen.  So, Elsa, she became.

I rigged up a wee pond, a pallet fence, gave her all the food and water she wanted and we all settled into watching Elsa enjoy her new life with us.

Then checking my FB messages I found out, that Elsa had a home. About a mile from here, way up the canal with two really big headgates in the canal.  She lived with 8 other ducks, 6 big dogs, two little dogs, several horses, a sheep and two tiny tots.

So Terry and I and our youngest granddaughter loaded up Elsa and took her back home.

When we drove into the yard, Elsa started getting very interested, even excited, she knew she had come home!

Well!  A perfect ending to a rather eventful experience for a really nice duck….we named Elsa!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

All Fun and Games Chapter Seven A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Seven

King led the way, looking left and right, back over his shoulder,

then facing front again.  Gradually the night started to lighten and the day started to grow.

Ethie hopped along, her claws sore and weary.  I went behind her, giving her fluffy chicken body a push and sometimes a shove with my beagle nose.

The traveling was slow and painful and ever so slow.

Did I say slow?

You have NO idea what agonizing slow really is.

None.

“Well, Beagle, here is where I leave you.” King stopped and turned toward Ethie and I.  “I got you to the Little Corn Field.  That is further than I thought we were going to make it.”

With that statement, King turned and pushed his way into the rows of the corn stalks and was gone!

There we stood, a tired, worn out chicken, and one rather tired beagle. But if I stood on the road and looked way down the road, way, way down the road to the tiny little dots way, way down there I could just make out the start of Dad’s implement yard.

Home!

We were almost home!

“Okay, Ethie! We are close now.” I turned my eyes back and looked at Ethie.  She was so tired her eyelids had closed over her eyes and she was standing there on one foot, the other foot tucked up under her fluffy feathered belly.

Oh!

The Urge!

Oh! That very naughty urge to give her a wee little push with my nose!

I could just see what would happen…a gentle little push and FLUPP right into the soft dirt of the farm road Ethie would go.

I stood there a little spell and let Ethie sleep. As I watched Ethie’s one leg slowly collapsed; Ethie sat down in the soft dirt, of the farm road, and slept on.

The day was starting to brighten, but I figured Ethie needed her rest so I stood guard…..zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, erk, snort, blink…I stood gu…………..zzzzzzz.

SQUWACK!!!!

HUH!? WHAT!? I jerked awake!

“WHAT IS HAPPENING?” I barked.

“DANGER! HELP! DANGER!”  Ethie screamed and ran right to me and jumped on my back!

“I’m about to be dinner!”

“Wait, wait!”  I tried to wake up and get my bearings. “Dinner?” I couldn’t make sense of what she was screaming.

Dinner.  What a lovely thought. I licked my lips.  Dinner…I could use dinner. Crunchy bits of cereal, some really yummy something or other out a can….jerky!  Goodness!  ANYTHING!  Dinner sounds….

“HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLP” Ethie screamed in my ear and clawed my back.

“OH, SHUT IT UP, HEN! You are the most annoying bird in the universe.  I don’t think I have even come up against any other bird as loud and crazy as you are!”  Ruth fluttered down; landing beside Ethie and myself.

“I see you made it to the farm road.  Not far now.”

“No,” I sighed. “Not far now…just an eternity with a hen.”

“Hummph!” Ethie grumped. “I’m doing my part.  It just takes me longer to get somewhere than you. I only have two feet and you have four.”

“True,” I replied, looking sadly at her two feet. “Ever so true.”

“Well, I think you got it made, dog, so I’m off for my bed in the old tree.”  Hope you make it home before the sun goes down.  If not, I’ll check the road and see where you are.  Maybe I’ll stop for a spell, maybe not.”

With that Ruth rose into the sky; turning into a smaller and smaller dot as she flew away.

Then once more it was just me, Sherlock Boomer Beaglie Brown, and Ethie the hen. And still, a long-long-long way to go.

Sigh.

 

On the Day of the Fourth — Thursday, July 5, 2018

On the day of the 4th of July—-

Our kids were here from Parachute, Colorado (YAY!!!)   Kelly, our son-in-law, is friends with one of the Delta Volunteer Firemen who invited Kelly and his whole family (we included) to come and see how the fireworks are set-up for the display that night.

It was fascinating!

Then that afternoon while the grandkids were playing in the canal they found a duck hiding in the grass.

Circling the duck she was saved.  I now have a duck to join my hen.  She was very very thin, extremely tired (the canal is very swift and hard to get out).

Her name is now Elsa.

Elsa is doing very well, ate and ate and ate, then went to sleep.  Got up early and ate some more.

She has her own little pool and a yard and all the food she can eat.

I now have a Rescue Duck!

Then, in keeping with our annual family photo, it was time for the Knee-High by the 4th of July photo.

Complete with the BFF’s of our grandson and oldest granddaughter!

What a good time we had!  (another fun piece is the two ‘new’ kids to the block call Terry and I Grandpa and Grammy!  We think that is a very high compliment!)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda