“MARTHA!!!! MARTHA!!! WHERE ARE YOU!”
“Coming, DEAR, Coming! I was just searching for bugs over here.”
Yutori (Japanese): To intentionally slow down to simply be, breathe, listen, and appreciate the beauty of nature and life.
Consciously creating space to relax, reflect, and integrate rather than being constantly busy or rushed.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
In the lush green of the Earth
The dashing
The tiny ones patiently waiting
The excitement of being alive
Ah—yes! Flap the wings and fly High.
Earth…and those things on the earth —- so very, very wonderful!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
When everything starts to get overwhelming
Yep—a break in the fresh air always helps. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
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 am better. Well, let’s say I am somewhat better. The fungus in my nose is gone, the swelling in my nose is gone, but I now have a cough.
Somedays I don’t have a cough. Somedays I don’t have a sneeze. Somedays I don’t have ANYTHING!
It’s on those days Mom and I think YAY BEAGLIE IS WELL!
Then …. The cough comes back, or the sneeze and the cough come back, or just the sneeze.
So now I’m on allergy meds.
So far, THAT is working.
Anyway, Mom and I Thank you so much! Mom was really, really scared I had a tumor in my nose…which was a possibility. A very scary possibly…
BUT NO TUMOR!
YAY!
I can sniff and smell anything I want to now!
Anyway, we have to let the allergy meds work (please keep me in your prayers that the allergy medication does the trick).
I’m doing so much better,
I like to go with Mom to irrigate.
I never liked to go with mom to work in the hay so I don’t even ask to go then.
Besides Mom doesn’t really want me to walk about in the high pollen grasses right now.
SOOOOOO!
Here I am. Boomer Beaglie Brown doing ever so much better!
It’s been downright cool here of late
Still, the cooler weather has the spring flowers looking nice
The wind has been rather terrible, causing the tall bearded iris to slant and wave dangerously
Some of the plants are showing yellow from the lack of sunshine,
But others seem to flourish in the limited sun and warmth
Still the spring air
of very cool, nights and slightly warmer days
Seem to bring something special to my garden of blooms
So here we are
with the weather a tad raw,
Being gifted with jewels
Of a most wondrous kind!
From my heart to your world,
Linda
The afternoon quiet, except for the movement of the tractor and the haystack wagon, the going back and forth to the field, I weeded in my yard.
Where the sound of the canal, the chirps and songs of the birds, and the humming of the honey and bumble bees…
Made the moments of the day calm and content.
Gradually the light started to shorten
When we heard the sound of a vehicle coming down the long lane into the farm yard.
Our daughter, son-in-law, grandchildren and newly adopted grand-dog, had arrived to spend the night with us!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
My Grandfather, William Hobson Thomas, was a giant of a man, in my life.
He lied and joined the army at the age of 16—
Granddad would tell the story that when he came to the killing fields he was a juvenile soldier, just an ordinary guy, and that night he was assigned to guard duty. The night was dark and he was young and afraid. All along the path he was guarding he would see something glowing in the trees, sometimes the lights would flash causing something to glow on the ground. As the day gradually faded the night, he saw it was bones. Bones from those who had died and were placed in the trees or under the bushes to protect them some, bones glowing in the dark.
It was the Christmas season which encouraged Will Thomas to become a cook. He said it was cold and the snow was coming, the trenches were deep, with water and frozen to their feet. The night was silent with big white flakes floating down through the sky to land silently on the ground. The guys were lonesome and homesick; missing the folks back home, when one of the men started singing Silent Night, pretty soon others were joining in until there were many voices singing (quietly) carols to the Lord.
When they ran out of songs, in the dead of the night, with snow flakes piling up all around them, they heard off in the distance in German, the same carols.
Willy knew from that moment on he did NOT want to shoot another human being; they were just like him, cherishing the same types of things he cherished. As soon as possible he asked for the position of cook, it wouldn’t keep him from having to fight, but it would help keep him from having to fight as much!
He never stopped being proud of being an American. Years and Years later
He (and Uncle Henry) would dress up in their uniforms to help lead the Memorial Day Parade as Veterans of Foreign Wars…Granddad often carried the flag.
He carried the Flag way into his old age…having to ride in a car to do so.
To this day, Memorial Day and Veterans Day mean so very much to me. I can’t see our Flag with out tears blurring my eyes–turning the colors of red, white and blue into fractured slabs and streaks of color.
At the Memorial to the Unknown Soldier when TAPS rings out across a silent cemetery pinwheels of sound fill my ears causing my heart to wobble.
To those of you—who are reading this…I Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
For those who have given the ultimate sacrifice…my heart breaks and heals all at the same time.
Very humbly,
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Somethings are not measured in words
Nor in rituals
Sometimes joy is bearable through a tender anguish
Even a indescribable yearning is rich in music from the earth
(Rain in the Roubidoux Canyon, just below our farm)From time to time you realize what you are seeing is really reality
(sunrise on the Uncompahgre Plateau)Through the day to day of living
(Rainbow sent to me by Elaine who lives in the BLACK FOREST or Colorado. This is a tweet from COWx Photog (@COWxPhotog) tweeted at 7:50 PM on Sat, May 28, 2016:
Occasionally you understand that the deepest peace always shows itself in silence!
It’s just up to you to discern.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 