Wet cat
“It’s wet out there Mom!”
“Yes, Mom, WET!!!”
Sigh!
We just needed a couple more days of drying to get the hay in.
Farming. Always a risk, where the weather is concerned.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We woke up to fog one day after the rain
The world is all silent and close
Moisture settling all around us, and on us,
The quiet washing the world anew!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
(From Pinterest)
Off we went, in the chill cool wind of late evening
Where we saw a rainbow playing around on the Grand Mesa foothills
The sunset was lovely
We stood on the ditch bank and just enjoyed being together out on the land.
Your friend on western Colorado farm,
Linda
One day last year my brother wrote to me a wee email about my search for purpose in life
(this is a random, but a consistant battle I have with myself—finding my ‘skills’)
I don’t seem to struggle as much as use too, but the ‘need’ to be good at something still rings within me at different points.
Anyway, I printed off his thoughts and read over his email randomly
At the very end, he stated something I have been thinking each of you might find a use for in your life
Dan wrote; “I have learned that when I am feeling pressured, stressed, depressed, or ill— it is a message ringing from my soul to change or do something different”.
Every time I read that my heart, mind, and soul goes WOW!
That is the key….the Universe calling loudly to me.
So it is with a sense of cheerfulness and pleasure
I can actually see what I am longing for—then, as lightly as a fluttering butterfly; peace and purpose fill my body and I can move forward.
I hope this amazing statement from my brother can help you also.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
In the midst of my health crisis (which is OVER…YAY! My lung has unfolded and I’m back to normal, with only a small amount of soreness)
AND the heavens have given to us more Rainbows today!
The pinto bean combine Broke!
Terry had to remove the header (this is what picks up the pinto beans and loads them into the feeder house
A rock was lurking in one of the rows of pinto beans, got into the header and fed into the feeder house, whereby it mangled everything it could.
After a whole day of repair, by my magical husband, who seems to know how to fix lots of stuff,
had everything put back together and finished the last field of pinto beans.
I wasn’t much help, as you can imagine.
The last load of pinto beans will make it’s way to the Beanery right after lunch!
We are celebrating, that is for certain and For sure!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 