I’ve Been Working On the Farm —- Monday, May 15, 2023

I’ve been workin’ on the farm,

All the live long day.

I’ve been workin’ on the farm

Just to make the farm pay

Can you hear the water calling?

Rise up early in the morn.

Can’t ya hear me shoutin’

Weeds have made me mourn!

I’ve been working on the farm,

Even when the rain comes down

I’ve been workin’ on the farm!

Singing, tee dum, tee, dum, dee!

(A modern-day nursey rhyme 🙂  )

From my world to your heart,


When the Going Gets Tough —- Sunday, May 15, 2022

The wind is so over-the-top

And I am so OVER IT!!

See all the trash blown in from everywhere!

Feeling sorry for myself and all the extra work

I looked down—and the Earth gave me a kiss!

A wonderful heart rock!

Smiling all the way…rake in hand.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Please Send Prayers, May 15, 2020

I’m not feeling good

Besides my bad knee

I’ve got something going on with my nose

Mom and I would really appreciate it.

Thank you so much,

Boomer Beaglie Brown

In the Sigh of the Wind the Birds Sing —- Wednesday, May 15, 2019

The glitter of birds make our world so lovely and bright

Their joy and excitement of just being alive

The lift of their wings

Make me feel as if I am right there with them

Riding the wind

From my heart to your world,


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,



Noctivagator—That’s Me—Monday, May 15, 2017

Sara from Punkin’s Patch…… sent me this tiny bit of information:  Word of the day: “noctivagant” – of a person or creature, given to roaming & ranging in the darkness; night-wandering (noun “noctivagator”).

I guess that’s right!  I do love my little walks at night!  🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




The Enchantment in Work—Sunday, May 15, 2016


There is tremendous satisfaction from pulling weeds out of the soil.  Backbreaking and endless the chore, but it always gives me a sense of triumph.


My yard is a series of rooms..flung around the edges of the lawn. Tearing the roots of thistles, bind-weed, wild grasses single-minded in the sun and the heat. (I love the sun and the heat.  Love it!)


I ripped and tore with tremendous concentration–covering 1/2 acre…stopping only at the end of the day.


feeling the soil give up the stubborn root; the foe lying defeated in my wheelbarrow


The farm yard felt calm and empty as I worked.  Pleasant, peaceful, healing!Canas

(some of the above photos were taken previously, as is this one)

I still have the east side of the house to do, but today is Sunday.  And it’s trying to rain. Good-NightI played hookey (just this morning)  from changing water, letting Terry get the early morning sets!  I’ll be back out there at noon and beyond.  Right now I’m taking a wee break!

Canyon-sunsetI love the silence of solitude.