Ordinary Dreams — Sunday, May 20, 2018

Ordinary dreams are never clear–they are jumbles of this and that

As we sleep we walk in small places where the old gods used to roam

In that time long-before Christ came.

Those ancient gods of hills and woods and streams

We wander here and there in the dusk of our daily happenings, free from rituals, cities crowded with men

Where sometimes we walk thoughtlessly, as if we are kings, or fairies, or even riding on stars moving silently in the Universe

Sometimes we meet scary unknown things, which zip out of the air of our thoughts, rushing toward us like a demon felt only within the dark

Jerking awake, breathing like we are riding the wind—to realize we just dream.

Turning over…flipping the pillow to the cool side, we once more fall asleep and dream


A thoughtlessly as wee babe in a mother’s arms.

I hope your Sunday is a very good one!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




Talk to the Stars—-Wednesday, May 16, 2018

So do you talk to the stars?

Sometimes I do…they are so beautiful, so amazing, so glittering, so vast.

Sometimes I stand on the ditch bank…my arms flung wide and tell our farm…how beautiful it is.

Even after a long day of working in my yard, helping with the irrigation, cleaning the house, painting fences…when the pain in my arms and back almost blind me

I still feel the most profound gift of this amazing place where Terry and I live.

Sometimes the breathtaking life surrounding us –is like a spell… The bats flitting in the gathering gloom, the last of the Barn Swallows feeding on the mosquitoes, the stars just starting to appear in the darkening heavens, the soil thriving and growing plants, the plants forming from little seeds,

It all weaves a pattern, like a spell.

From my world to your heart,



The Jewels of Summer—Sunday, July 23, 2017

The corn is starting to tassel out…

And baby ears of corn starting to form

The pinto beans are shooting feelers (last year’s photo–I lost this years somehow—I’ve been weeding the 16 acres early morning and late evening.  Once the rows grow shut anything nasty growing out there—corn, cockleburs, ragweed, Pigweed, yellow sticker weed, scotch thistle….gets to grow.  Not a good thing, but how it is.

My yard is doing

Great!  The new railroad ties beds are softening up and looking ever so much better

The air smells lush and rich– full of sweetness

Summer — I can’t ask for anything more!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Riding Straight into the Light—-Monday, June 26, 2017

We are gradually moving through the growing season.

The middle of this week we will be cutting the alfalfa (for the second time this year)

The swallows flit and dart through the air searching out bugs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!  Keeping the mosquitoes at bay!

We are still having wind…sometimes a light breeze that stirs the leaves in the garden, sometimes a wind, which whips the branches of the trees, and sometimes a wind we can not see; stirring the clouds causing cloud shadows to move swiftly across our farm

This part of earth is truly full of peace.

All people — well, the majority of people—crave peace.

I find peace here…on this little dab of land…where dreams lift off the earth and rush toward the stars,

The swelling morning sun shouts “WAKE-UP”

And the red blaze of the western sun fills the evening sky.

Mother Earth, Father Sky…the infinite Universe…healer/scryer…the gift of peace.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




An Irresistible Exuberant Delight—-Tuesday, July 19, 2016


We’ve been living with heat for several, several days now.


Miserable heat, the kind that hangs in the air  and never really seems to cool down. (Although, I will take this heat over winter any day!)

Yard-8The weather people said we might have rain yesterday…so we waited.

Then last evening I could see rain playing around us on the Uncompahgre Plateau.

Yard-9Rain chutes filled the sky looking toward Montrose and over toward the Peach Valley area; still the bumblebees and the hummingbirds never exhibited anxious hovering in the flowers like they do before a storm makes it’s way to us.


We set the last set of water in the glow of the Full Thunder Moon; the air more restless than early in the evening.


Then during the night the rains came!  We woke to beautiful fresh air, the ghost of the storm hanging damply on each blade and leaf.

Today is alluring, with clouds moving in again, and the promise of POSSIBLY more rain.  My garden, the farm, and myself are all doing the happy dance!

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,


Capturing the Spirit– Wednesday, June 24, 2014

IMG_3529I was asked yesterday if all the photos were from my yard—yes they are.  I love pink flowers for late spring, then my colors move into a riot of reds and hot pink with splashes of yellow.  Yellow and oranges with touches of blue carry me through until frost. ( My Spring colors are blue with pale pink.)

Pink-for-showThe only thing I don’t grow in my yard are cactus…we have plenty on the Cactus hill.  The pink cactus are just about finished blooming, then the yellow will appear.


The yellow is the last to bloom.  After blooming the cactus will set fruit.  If I were really industrious I would pick the fruit and make cactus jelly.  But that isn’t going to happen.


I make sure my photos are current to the day…meaning, I take my photos the day before, then post  them the next day.

Also, Salli mentioned that I gave her and ear worm yesterday with my post about the Good Old Summertime …I was glad to share that particular ear worm!  I had it running throughout my head for two days!!!  🙂 🙂

When out and about around 5:30 this morning taking some more photos, I developed another ear worm.  Paul Simon’s –Kodachrome  (While others of my age dancing their way through the Beach Boys, I was immersed in Simon and Garfunkel.)

My paternal Grandmother even liked them with me.  Her favorite was a Bridge Over Trouble Waters.  She would often times be humming this song as she went about her daily work cleaning the house or tending her rose garden.

Kodachrome is running rampant through my thoughts…I guess because I am really enjoying this day of digital cameras…no more taking a photo and waiting for the film to be processed.



Cameras have always been a part of my life, I was given my first one at 10…from that point on I was hooked.  Capturing the spirit of the day!

Off I must go from this pleasant activity of visiting with you, my friends, from around the world, to the mundane things of every day living.  Today I must wash windows and screens (again).  Washing windows has become extremely taxing on my shoulder and elbow, but my eyes feast upon the outdoors.  Looking through sparkling glass is delightful!

Your Farm Friend,