Sam-Sam the cat | Life on a Colorado Farm

I had one of those long restless nights last night.

You know the kind, whereby you toss and turn, your mind going over all the things you need to do, things you wish you could have done better—everything and anything…

Things that make you wake up in alarm, even though you didn’t think you were sleeping.

Even a walk in the dark with Sam and Boomer left me restless and wide-awake—as if I had drank too much tea.

Gradually along about 4 in the morning peace came over me. The quiet of the night pushing me past the edge of restless dreams into real sleep. Of course first light was in an hour. 🙂

I get up at 5 in the morning. Always. Always.

Things are so much worse in the dark!

Routine is such a part of contentment; night fears fade away.

From my world to your heart!

Linda

Sometimes in the evening (after irrigation is done) we sit, Terry and I, upon the outside chairs.

If we get in Before the sunsets. Last night was one of those nights.

We relaxed and let the evening take over…the little swallow family was busy feeding the tiny mouths for the long, long rest until morning.

The hummingbirds zoomed by us, filling up for their night, Boomer lay on my feet and Sam-Sam our outside kitty sat on Terry’s lap purring. In the bathroom window, Monkey the house cat (because she eats birds) lay stretched out longing to be outside with us. But birds come first on our farm.

It was one of those moments when you are aware of your own heartbeat. A watching. A space in time, which stamps itself upon your heart, brain and soul. A moment instantly recalled in every detail for the rest of your life.

Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,

Linda