If you become so busy that your mind is full of noise, a rushing feeling floods your body, a need to Move, MoVE! MOVE! over takes your being.
STOP! All those feelings create a heart, mind, and soul of pure overwhelm.
Go to a special, quiet place and let everything settle. Then, I promise you, you will hear God — however and whoever you perceive God to be.
Give yourself peace. It’s a gift that will carry you through the rest of the day (or night)
From my heart to your world,
Linda
After a big dust-blowing wind
Storm clouds rolled in with sprinkles of water now and again.
But, the big news
It isn’t the rain or wind but the turndown of the heat and the uptick of the cooler (much) weather.
We thought—-one more ride with the top down!
🙂 🙂 🙂
“Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn’t know you left open.”—John Barrymore
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Hum
Too bad Mom can’t smell what I smell
We have a squirrel!
Maybe he…yes it is a he, is
Over here. He comes out of the wood pile
I’ll just wait here. Maybe I will get to see (chase) the squirrel
Well, that was boring. No squirrel. Although, I could smell him.
So disappointing.
Boo Berry Betty Brown
Mom and I went for a wee walk-about.
It has to be a short walk, as I don’t like to walk very far now days
Still, we did it! It felt good.
After so long inside it felt wonderful to be able to run free in the open air.
We walked out to the cornfield. The ears are turning down now. The drying process is going well.
I felt like a young dog again (this was taken in 2018)
At least for a little while.
Boomer
We were over working on some fencing needs
Off and on all day yesterday
We were in the rich pastures
And along the bottom of the hillsides
Back and forth, checking fences, bringing things needed to repair them, bringing trash back home
It was a good feeling to be out in the golden world,
The air was spiced with the mix of weeds, wild alfalfa, and corn pollen
The sun warmed the day and a cooling breeze kept us refreshed
The air is full of sounds of fat pollen-covered bees, nasty grasshopper wings, and the fluttering of butterflies.
Then over-head, in the middle of a large color muting cloud, was the first of the big winter birds; the Canada Geese!
Winter is not far away now.
Welcome Back You Big Beautiful Birds!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Boomer and I went for wee walk last night (and a couple of nights ago)
Mindy following along behind, besides, in front, sometimes hidden, sometimes right at my feet
We went when the moon was just a sliver, followed by a shining star
I got it in my head to try and take a photo or two of the stars shining down on us as we walked along…the orange lights at the bottom of the photo are the house lights way over the mesa and down in the holler from our farm
It was surprisingly fun to soar up above the earth with my camera
This is Venus shining gloriously in the west.
Someday I would love to have a camera which could take better photos of that wonderous sky at night.
But until I am very rich…I will enjoy the camera I have…
and my wee walks
with very good friends
As we explore the beauty of the night!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
P.S. That is the pinto bean header on the pinto bean combine at night. I thought it was rather neat looking!
Hugs
Together we went out to check the last field of pinto beans…are they ready to be pulled, is the dew just right, is it time?
We decided it was time.
Finished! All the pinto beans are pulled!
If the weather holds we will be combining the first two fields come Thursday!
This last field must have two weeks to dry.
Hopefully the rains stay away! Just for spell…just until the last load of pinto beans is at the Beanery! Hopefully!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
In the Glittering sunlight
High in the air
On a crisp, bright, warm September morning
The little Barn Swallows gathered in dense clusters in the sky, then
they filled the electric lines above the canal.
All early morning they came, swooping in, resting until they rose all as one, shimmering and glittering, into the autumn sky; dipping and rising in a choreographed dance taking them away from us.
Leaving the air around our yard empty of sound.
From my world to your heart.
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 