My How Time Flies — Tuesday, March 30, 2021

They are back…WASPS!!

Anyway, I got a notice from WordPress, that I have been blogging for 14 years now!

WOW!  Time really does pass quickly when you are having fun!

Thank you for being part of our daily life on our western Colorado farm!

From My Heart to your World,


Flames Along the Ridge —-Monday, March 30, 2020

Terry and I were out working in the alfalfa field, he was marking out the field

Beaglie and I were setting out the siphon tubes

Boomer has decided that his work now is to just stay on the four-wheeler.

My little dog is getting old.  Rather sad.

When I noticed HUGE flames soaring high at the end of our farm

Then I saw Terry getting off the tractor and heading to the edge of one of our hills.

By the time Boomer and I made it to the rocky point the fire was out…but O! MY! Was that every scary!

Fire is a most frightening thing!  Frightening!

Back home I opened my email and there waiting for me (and for you)

All the way from Australia was a rainbow! “This morning, walking Mouse, I saw this and thought of you 🙂🌈


WOW!  A perfect sign of Hope!

From my world to your heart,



The Moon as Slender as a Fingernail Clipping—Thursday, March 30, 2017

The rains came and went…although we have a promise of more rains to come tomorrow.

Past dark the sounds are only those sounds of night….an owl hooting, coyotes yapping over a kill, dogs barking in alarm; a warning of the coyotes

Although there is no sound of the worked up soil on the farm — it won’t be long until we start water on the ground

Then the farm ground will be alive with the sound of water running down the furrows; back into the canal to water the next farm

The outbuildings, barns, chicken house, even the fences creak and talk to themselves as they settle into the night…just like old houses do.

The clouds were whisked away in the wind…leaving us with a spring day. Everything feeling fresh, new, crisp…like sheets dried on the clothesline.

Morning dawned lite up the snow, on the Paonia mountain range, with vivid colorsIt’s possible to leave things behind—-stuff, people, good and bad memories, but places…the second you are at that spot again everything comes back…who you are, who you were, when you were there…how life once was.

This is my world…the who of who I am, the what of what I am…the essence of myself.

From my world to your heart,


A Smile and a Nod of Understanding—-Wednesday, March 30, 2016

“Bee to the blossom, Moth to the flame, Each to his passion, what’s in a name?” —Helen Hunt Jackson


A friend of mine ‘shared’ with me the above photo…(double click if you want to read all the little spots)….on my FaceBook page.  I had to actually laugh-out-loud when I saw it. Someone really does understand that need to create everyone has.  (Sometimes the names have to be changed, but it’s still the same.)

Then I saw on Pinterest this little saying:  “The work you do while you procrastinate is probably the work you should be doing for the rest of your life.” — Jessica Hische

4I had to stop a moment and ask myself what DO I do when I’m not WANTING to do anything.  It’s a rather fun thing to ask yourself.

We woke up to a skiff of snow this morning. Things are turning green, the earth is too wet to farm, but it will dry.  Friday is APRIL…of jolly!  We are moving right along to warmer weather.  YAY!

With joy, your friend,