Monsters that leap (listening/reading/thinking about the “news”)
and dance, (all our politicians, who live in candy houses — here and there, worldwide and local)
grab you as you cross over bridges, (fuel prices)
and parade through our nightmares (cost of living, work problems, not enough money to go around)
There is always hope! Once you understand Hope, you can not understand again)
(This is our first rainbow of the late Spring/Summer—what a huge delight!)
From my world to your heart,
Life on a farm
Is never Boring
Each and every day’s activities
Are Tangible.
The yard adds an expansive bit of work
Each ‘job’
Every bit of movement
Is a note on a scale
writing a symphony
A series of rhymes
That will complete itself at harvest.
A bit of magic to give back to the Earth
At the same time giving us the joy of work.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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,
Linda
You come back feeling an electric zing of
REFRESHMENT!
Nothing like the wind in your hair, a fast car, and a break from all the work!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
WOW! Look at this!!!
Gotta hurry and scarf this down
Maybe just pack the cheeks and take it home.
Later that day —
I smell FOOD!
I know I do
Where is the food? There are little chips all over the place.
Well, clean up the crumbs as fast as I can.
What?!
Gone?
Even the crumbs?!
Even the crumbs!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A year ago, on May 4th I had
a four-wheeler wreck when the shovel I was carrying
Slipped and flipped under the back tire wheel
I broke the knuckle straight across and knocked a chip out of it.
Well, time moves on. The physicians told me there really wasn’t anything they could do.
It would heal over time; ceasing to hurt.
It healed but it never stopped hurting.
Then around the last of this April, I tripped on the Gas hose, while fueling my car.
This time I knocked the little joint out of place
Causing more pain to an already continuously painful finger
So—in making a long story short.
The hand specialist said there is nothing to be done. He said lots of other things and advised me on the purchase of a glove, to rest the tendons, and take pain meds.
Arthritis has taken over the first knuckle and will take over the tiny knuckle at the tip.
It just is how it is.
So there you have it: pain, lingering, hovering, whispering constantly—letting me know I have a little finger, which now hangs outside of the normal part of my hand, catching on things, finding little ways to let me know—
I carried the shovel in the wrong spot on my four-wheeler. Just in case I forget when I go out to change the water.
🙂
Just in case.
🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sometimes, when things appear to become overwhelming,
I seem to have a hard time catching my breath
More than catching my breath
Actually, breathing!
It’s like I’m holding my breath
Bracing myself before the next shoe might fall
And, of course, the operative word
Is might.
And then— I learn that the Earth always says:
“Might” is a pretty vague word–
Believe, instead in Magic.
For Magic is right there existing for, and with, us— always, and evermore.
From my world to your Heart,
Linda
When I opened my email I read:
“I got another present for you today!
I never recall seeing one this low.
Maybe it’s my dad saying hello? He passed away this past Saturday. He was 86, a good man, and lived a great life, raising 10 kids with my saint of a mother, who is 86 and still going strong.
Dad was a big train enthusiast, both a real and a model collector. Right next to the side yard of his childhood home was a Frisco line.
In 1948, he saw and waved to and got a wave back from Harry Truman as he went by the house during his whistle-stop campaign.
After Mass yesterday, as the pallbearers were loading Dad’s casket into the hearse, a train horn went off.
I stated “You know how people say you often get a sign? Well, I think we just heard it.”
We all just started smiling and some laughing.
We all know there are no heavily traveled lines nearby within earshot. But there is a very, very, VERY seldom-used line about a mile away. In short, it’s almost NEVER used. Ever since I was a kid.
The timing couldn’t have been more perfect.
“All is and shall be well.” That is my definite conclusion.
I just thought you might be interested in that.
Hope all is well!
It is here, even under the circumstances.”
Yes, Yes I do think it is your Dad saying Hello—All is well, and I am still with you.
My heart is so sorry for your loss…as well as your Mom and all your siblings. Losing a parent is never, ever easy.
Thank you for sharing your Dad’s wonderful signs with us.
From my heart to your world– As Always,
Linda
This cute little baby
Has grown up so fast
Last Thursday night she
Left her childhood behind
And graduated from the 8th Grade.
On to high school, she goes!
Congratulations, Tally!
From our world to your heart,
Linda
I was finally outside running free, free, free!
I checked here
And there
And over here
Then back behind here
Down the road
Behind the grain bins.
I was just turning around to head back to the house for
BREAKFAST
When
I heard a ROAR!
Not just a roar, but
A BIG ROAR, ROAR
It scared me so bad I ran under some weeds next to Dad’s tractor shed
The ROAR got louder and louder
THE ROAR WAS HUGE
I made myself as small as I could get—keeping my eyes peeled on the sound
Then out backed Dad and the tractor
OH! Yes! The TRACTOR!
The scary thing that lives on the farm
Well, one of the scary things
Dad has five tractors—FIVE! And they are all huge, green, with giant tires that could smash a cat flat and LOUD!
I mean LOUD!
I slunk way down to the ground where I got so flat I was part of the ground.
Then I waited there. All still and tiny and flat.
As I watched, Dad fueled up the loud tractor, then headed toward the equipment area
That means the tractor, the VERY LOUD tractor has to go right by my hiding spot.
I made myself flatter and flatter
Whew!
Dad is gone!
I jumped up—all fluffy and my full size again—and dashed away, away from the tractor shed and all those potentially
LOUD TRACTORS!
As I was dashing away I saw Mom come out of the Backdoor—
MOM! I yelled.
WAIT! I need breakfast!
Mom waited.
Swooped me up, gave me a kiss on my kitty nose, and put me in the house
Where I got BREAKFAST!
Purrrr, purr, purr
TLC Cai-Cai
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