One evening, well actually during the night
The wind blew, all the loose and wispy weeds, here and there; driving some into our yard.
Of which, I thought it would be rather interesting to see the world through the ghostly paleness of summer dried weeds.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Hello! It’s Me, Mindy-Lou, Min-Min, Kit-Cat Brown. Today is MY day to visit with you!
MY HEAVENS!!! What a week this has been!
Bella
And Zookie
Came to live with us for several days.
Bella is the same size as ME!
And Zookie is smaller than I AM!!!
Then Loki showed up
And Houston! They stayed with my sister, but they came over here lots!
Mom had to take lots of walks WITH the dogs, because the little, tiny dogs need fresh air and to ‘do their business’.
And the really BAD thing is THEY SLEPT on MY BED!!!
But I got along with everyone just fine. They are gone home now…and I am back on MY bed!
Mindy
The sky is full of sounds
And color — storms play around us
There fun little birds flowing between here and there
The shadows cast by their little feathery bodies is more than a delight to me
The rain and the
snow shimmer here and there (we only got snow one day here and it was gone by noon)
And sometimes…there are other wings beating the air!
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Shannon and I left early this morning to make a run to the dump. It’s a long trip, but a necessary one.
Now to get back to my regularly scheduled work! Chuckle!
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm
Linda
The kids made it home! My critter sitting is done until they go back to visit the Grandparents in Nebraska or Kelly’s brother in Kansas. That won’t be for awhile now as trips like that have to fit into school breaks.
Our indoor cat was very interested in Hermie the guinea pig, Snowball the bunny wasn’t nearly as interesting. Probably because the rabbit couldn’t see the cat and the cat couldn’t see the rabbit.
The trap lines are busy….mice can destroy feed grains, cars and trucks, and anything else thier sharpe little teeth can get into, they also build nests in the hay, which is not good. Not good at all.
Terry is working on the corn combine….blowing out the filters, plus other job of maintentance.
So not much happening here, but the same old stuff.
Oh…and the letter to Santa was my letter, that Momma saved. I found it in her cedar chest after her death. I thought it would be something fun to share.
Linda
