In the Sigh of a Night Wind—Sunday, November 29, 2020

One evening, well actually during the night

The wind blew, all the loose and wispy weeds, here and there; driving some into our yard.

Of which, I thought it would be rather interesting to see the world through the ghostly paleness of summer dried weeds.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Don’t Forget to Take a Little Ride — Happy Thanksgiving Everyone — Thursday, November 26, 2020

It’s that time of year again

The time to be grateful for our strong and able bodys

To be grateful for our delightful and marvelous friends

To share pleasant times of food and laughter with those we love

To give thanks for crisp autumn soil and blazing sunsets full of color and splendor

To give thanks for friends both near and far.

To give thanks for those wee little breaks, which whisper ease to the body and soul.

Happy Thanksgiving My Dear Friends,


From Out of the Wan Night Slides the Shadow Walker —Beowulf, Wednesday, November 25, 2020

I decided to move the game camera — my plan three nights in one place, then move it to another place, to see what I could see.

Ahhhhhhhhhh, nighttime, when strange things stalk the earth

Rather cute little creatures —although, very deadly to chickens.

Shape-shifters who stalk the land at midnight.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Dance, Rise in a Swoosh, Whisper Loudly in the Sky —- Tuesday, November 24, 2020

The Red-Winged Blackbirds wing playfully all around us

In the fields

Landing in the trees, where they set up a happy sounding fuss

Landing on the lawn

Where they, then, twirl away back into the air

A sky full of reckless delight; vast beauty in an unending expanse of song

While way, way over-head the Canadian Geese fly –the exhilarating sounds of their calls reverberating; mingling with the song of the Red-Winged Blackbirds.

From my world to your heart,





Essential– the Vitality of Light (and the JOY) — Monday, November 23, 2020

I love the light

Of that, I am sure you already know

And I love the shadows the light give us

I love how the sunlight breaks forth from the clouds

Bathing all sorts of objects in gold

I love how the setting sun creates a harmony of brilliant colors

Or bathes the sky in mellow pastels

Shadows can only exist in light

Even jumbles of obstacles can not stop light brilliantly shining through

I love how the light shines gleaming through the cold icy air gives us Sundogs —[we are steadily declining into very cold weather].

Light and shadows —

Coloring our world with joy

From my sphere of the globe to your heart,


Lightning Strikes, Followed by Thunder, Ending in Deafening Silence, Sunday, November 22, 2020

Grace and her two little sidekicks, Polk and Dottie

Had a terrible disaster

Steal up upon them

Danger stalked Grace and Polk and Dottie sometime on a warm late Autumn day.

With loving memory of an amazing bird and her two little hens.

From my world to your heart,


Fate — Thursday, November 19, 2020

Our early morning skies are full of clouds….lots of clouds

Gradually the tumbling clouds break apart

Slowly ever so slowly

Clearing the skies—Causing sunlight to flood across the land

That is when I saw it!  a sundog!  Heralding the call that much colder weather will soon slither its way

And unfurl upon our area.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


The Sound of a Turkey — Wednesday, November 18, 2020

I would like to introduce you to

Grace!  Grace is lots of fun…if she likes you.

She is a very smart turkey.  She is ‘in-charge’ of her farm, the hens, Black Beauty (the dog), and Shannon.

She is the terror of the cats—Willow and Oliver.

She also is very watchful of me…even though I am sorta kinda part of the farm..she makes SURE I only do the farm things she approves of.

Let me assure you that a large turkey flying at you is rather intimidating…just ask the delivery men.  (and me, (sometimes), and Willow, the cat…we all have experienced the FLYING toward you turkey experience.)

Never let anyone tell you turkeys are dumb.  They aren’t and they “FOR SURE” know who belongs on the farm and who does!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




The Swoosh of a Wild Heart — In Two Ways — Thursday, November 12, 2020

The storms have finally left us…

heading someplace else

The little Gambel’s Quail families seem to be thriving. 

In spite of these things, who freely roam across all the farms in our area

Although, I am not sure if this IS a Gambel’s Quail.  His song sounds like one. 

Isn’t he beautiful!!!

I also got a lovely gift in my email this morning:

Hello there!
I just wanted to let you know that on this morning’s walk with Mouse, the Rainbow Bridge appeared, and I’m sure it’s because Boomer wanted to say hello to Mouse and also for me to tell you he’s fine, has lots of friends to play with, and he feels good. It’s not a very bright one, but that’s because the sun only came out briefly, and by the time I grabbed my phone, switched on the camera, and got the shot, it was almost gone.
I do miss that little Beagle very much.  Like all of you, I think he is happy now, which is a very good thing.
From my world to your heart,


A Thrill of Euphoria — Wednesday, November 11, 2020

We had gusty winds on Monday

Winds rough enough the weeds were jerked loose and flung here and there

The dust was rather eye-filling, to say the least.

Still, the murmuration of the birds was delightful (see the wee sundog in the sky? Colder air on its way to us)

The swirl and 

And the joy of the  Red-Winged Black Birds fills our sky each and every day.

Their dance is delightful to see so I go out often trying to capture them rippling in the air.

No matter what the wind does. (Scattering weed seed here and there for next year’s crop) 🙂

Bringing in storms

The buffeting wind can, also, scatter clouds giving us sunshine.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,