In the Golden Indian Summer Days —- Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Before the huge storm blows in tonight or tomorrow, or whenever it happens to hit

(The weather people are clanging the warning bell, even as I write this)

(The alfalfa is frozen, but still showing color)

I thought I would show you the last flickering lights of our Indian Summer paradise—a wee piece of afternoon warmth before the temperatures plunging into December levels and pale wintery sunlight

We are very dry again. Although the shadows on the road are lovely.

The unharvested corn has gone from golden to pale yellow

I saw a possible Sundog, as Mindy and Boomer and I were taking a wee walkabout.

Storm coming in they say….maybe so, only time will tell. (As my Momma used to say)

Until then it is a beautiful Indian Summer.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Mom and I Out on the Farm

Mom and I went out on the farm to see what we could see:

(From Pinterest)

First off, we saw lots of tracks—Bird feet

Shadows of grasses

Shadows of the weeds

Shadows of corn

Some birds, but they were flying,

not walking

We have lots and lots of Quail…masses of them, like a bazillion or so.  (It’s really fun to run up to them and make them scatter; some fly, some run, some hide. Ever so much fun!)

We saw TWO snake skins.

One was SUPER big.  Mom said she was glad she didn’t see the snake, the skin was bad enough.

We saw Stanley

Fox feet tracks,

I wonder if it was Kit?

Raccoons, they are here, there, and everywhere

Mom saw a busy bug

in the flower weeds

I sniffed here there and everywhere

Mom and I had lots and lots and lots of fun!

Boomer Beaglie Brown (BAY, HOWL, HAWOOOOOO)

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Traveling Here and There Friday, August 30, 2019

Mom and I hopped onto the four-wheeler and headed over to

the old grain head to see if Mom could find anyone to take a photo of.

Now….let me tell you…that takes TONS of time.  Sit, wait, sit, wait…not! For! ME! 

I take off sniffing around the area to get the local news.  Mind you, I don’t go as far as I used too.  These old legs of mine just don’t like to travel like they did years ago.

But I still head off.  Let Mom sit there and WAIT.

So Mom waited and saw:

Quail,

Stanley the Squirrel,

 

Chip

and a cool bird, neither she or I had ever met.

Then, even MOM got bored, so we headed back home.

After lunch, and a very long nap for me—I got a little tired out there—

Dad said, “Who wants to go to town with me?”

You guessed it!

MOM and I!

Boomer, your wonderful Beagle friend

 

 

In that Brilliant Lance of Light —- Wednesday, July 11, 2019

When that Golden Hour comes, not always, but when it does

It pushes light into every shadow, tosses dispair aside

Brightens the air, the ground; creating light so pure it collapses everything else.

Once there…the golden light creates its own shadows warping all living things into waves which ride the light.

The brilliant light that touches everything!

Then it’s gone.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

In the Harsh Wind of a Forever Winter Day—Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Even though the wind was terrible, blowing everything sideways and so chilling one thought the Arctic had suddenly slipped down to gather on the farm

The shadows were still beautiful

Shrinking and thinning as the sun rose higher and higher in the sky

The snow clouds fled and what snow was in the sky never stayed

But the joy of the whole day was this photo!

Finally a beautiful photo of the Red-Winged Blackbirds!  Finally!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

I Love Watching Shadows—-Sunday, December 16, 2018

From my office window upstairs I can see the shadows as they change, develop, and disappear daily

They grow long, shrink short,

Compress together until many shadows become one

The sunlight moves upon the land making all the shadows

Ripple and move like silk

Until the land is deep into the dark

But the full sun also forms magic shadows

Shadows all brought to us by that exquisite sky

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

The Day Filled with Wonder—-Wednesday, June 6, 2018

There is always something to see

Something new to discover, just there…or over here…or right before our eyes

Some wonderful thing reflected back to us in the light

 

Color reflected on to our iris’; showing the world as new.

We are lucky, you and I, for having the gift of this amazing world we call earth.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Routine of My Life is Part of My Daily Contentment—-Sunday, January 29, 2017

woodAlthough the winter hours are snail-like in progress moving ever so slowly toward the uplifting time of Spring.

weedMy days are still full of wonder and joy.  From the tiny shadows of the dried out, but still standing weeds,

geeseTo a lone Canadian goose

feather

feather laying in wait for me to find it.

field-and-san-juansAnd always, always that wonder of the sun shining on the mountains;  (This mountain range is the San Juan Mountain range) surrounding our farm.

boomie-and-his-shadow

And those oldest of sundials— shadows—horizontal, vertical, then horizontal again, in the shifting light.

black-canyonAs the light begins to die, burning color upon the land, fading moment by moment into ashes of gray. My heart lifts in song.

straight-aheadI hope I am always here.  Living out my last days… right here, on this little farm.

For you see….I truly love my life.

From my world to your heart.

Linda

 

When Time Stops—Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Evening-Gift-2On Sunday we left the Uncompahgre Plateau—25 Mesa to be exact—around three o’clock in the afternoon. Leaving behind the sun-warmed flowers, leaf mold, and coolness mountain air always seems to have.

Good-Morning-SunshineThe morning of Monday the sun broke free of the tree line; way after we got in from changing the water.  The air was full of wide awake birds, winging their way here and there.  Their flights crisscrossing the paths of other birds…no flight plan needed.

All-season-allAll, except for the pinto bean field,  the tractor work has ceased.  One more time a little later the pinto beans will be cultivated—knocking down the weeds so the beans can grow without interference.

Sun-over-the-PlateauWe work until the light slowly fades, retreating beyond the Uncompahgre Plateau.  The thick shadows, edge the the little knolls on our place, and rim the the ditch banks.  The fugitive light highlights the leaves on the corn causing green shadows, which shift in the evening breeze.

Shadows“This is my favorite time of the day,”  Terry tells me at least once a week.  “The air cools, a feeling of renewal takes place, everything starts to have a calm feeling.”

Morning-FlightFor me it is morning.

My favorite time of the day…for just a second, as the sky lightens, the hope of the new day rises in me, I feel energized and ready for whatever might come.”

SunriseIt is only for a moment.

Then the sun bursts froth and the day begins.  But for the moment it feels as if the freshness of the day will last forever.

Sunset-2

Either way—sunrise, or sunset…the feeling is there.  The moment when time stops.  I’m sure it is different for everyone.  That feeling of birth.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Living Each Moment in Joy— Thursday, April 14, 2016

“The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.”–Henry Van Dyke

Farm-yard-cloudI have mentioned more than once that I want to live this last time of my life (however long it is going to be) experiencing joy.  Joy in ever moment of every day that is left to me.

Desert-RainbowI said this to a friend awhile back and she asked me: “Just how do you plan on doing that”?

I replied, “Just take one moment at a time.”

Hiho

She just shook her head at me and went on her way.

Since that moment I’ve been thinking about what my answer really should have been to her:  “Take each moment, each and every moment and make sure to only allow joy to be part of the moment.”

Oh, yes, I’ve had some hard moments this year, some moments where I’ve been panicked, and even had a sit down good cry.  I’ve had some over-whelming moments when I’ve even been depressed, or any-of-those-things that make up everyday inter-actions with others.

Kill-Deer

(Killdeer)

But on the whole I do believe I am getting the hang of this experiencing of Joy every moment of every day of the rest of my life.  How I am doing it is this—– I am NOT allowing myself to focus up those things which do not feel good.  When they come into my life, or slip into my thoughts I mentally go: snip, snip cutting out the thought.  So far it’s working for me.
PheasantLife is just too short for me (now) to not experience the Joy of each and every day, within each hour and moment.

This is an amazing, beautiful, wonderful world we live in!  Beauty abounds everywhere. There are outstanding people to visit with and ‘experiences’ to experience to waste my moments in ‘bad thoughts’ or to harbor bad feelings.

And yes there are terrible things happening to other humans and animals, those things break my heart.  If there is something, anything, even a small tiny thing, then I try to do it. To help heal the misery and hurt of animals or others.

If I physically can’t help, then I mentally send hugs and prayers in the hope and belief if the world would all get to place of care —and leave this place of I HAVE TO DOMINATE YOU—everyone and everything could also experience joy.
On-a-Ditch-Bank-1Well, there it is…how I am experiencing joy in my every moment of the rest of the days of my life. I’m sure I will get some hate emails, that is the risk I’m taking to put this out there.  But I’m equally sure I will get positive emails which will over-power the ugly.  It’s those comments of goodness I will focus on and the other I will spam!  🙂

With love your friend,

Linda