Grey Day, Grey Clouds, Grey Everything —- Thursday, February 18, 20221

All-day Tuesday the grey sky hung dark and threatening.

(Taken December 2015, but very much current anyway)   

Splatters of snow and sleet–then melt — then repeat.

But, if you are Min-Min—you know how to stay warm and dry.

HUGE SMILE here when I found her in the project car!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Earth, Sky, Snow, Sleet— Thursday, January 28, 2021

As the snow fell heavily on the farm

The Sandhill Cranes bunched together –trying to warm their soddened feathers.

I felt a tad sorry for them.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

We (Will Seem to) Pause for a Little Spell—Wednesday, December 23, 2020

Today we are in the shift…from the longest night of the year, where darkness drags on and on

Where shadows grow long early in the day

and swirl heavily into the evening

But gradually, ever so slowly, the daylight hours will stretch

(Coyote visiting our yard 😦 )

And the night time minutes grow shorter and shorter

Sunlight will stretch a few seconds longer and longer each and every day

Until the seconds become minutes

Then the minutes will become an hour

At which time we reach Daylight Saving time, where we have a full hour added to our daily Sunlight

But even though the days grow longer,

For two full months, January and February

The days will grow colder and colder

Hopefully with moisture

Called snow.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

We Can Not Live without Nature—Tuesday, November 10, 2020

There is snow all around us… but only rain here.

A wee spell ago

I spied

Some delightful pheasants

Busily searching for food

And always running as fast as they can

away from me! 🙂

It seems to me that nature, and those creatures who live in it, are no different than us.

They hunger, they feel pain, they love.

I so enjoy being part of their lives and sharing them with you in photos.

From my world to your heart!

May you find and experience joy today!

Linda

In the Gnashing Wind and Freezing Air— Thursday, June 11, 2020

It’s been miserable here for the last few days

Monday night was THE WORST. Threatening clouds all around us.

The incredibly hot, dry wind, turned into the incredibly cold nasty wind;  wind so hard it slammed into us

The bully wind making it next to impossible to stand on the ditch banks, let alone set flapping dams into the ditches.

The sunlight, meager at best (as you can see —sun obscured by dark threatening clouds)

Then the cold came in…close to freezing Monday night and the threat of colder weather to come.

(The high country got snow…as in Ouray, Grand Mesa…those areas.)

What odd, strange, unusual weather for June.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

For One Night a Wee Bit of Wonder—Tuesday, January 28, 2020

 

For one night, and one night only—

just before our really nice wet snowstorm arrived

Our grandson came.

He is growing so fast now.  A man really, 18 this month.

Joy comes in so many different ways.  All we need to do is look— with gladness.

From my world to your heart.

Linda

 

The Aftermath or There is Nothing to do but Carry On — Tuesday, January 7, 2020

 

Last fall I was bitten by a Jumping Spider—here is where I blogged about it

Image result for red spider in colorado

Nasty creature.

Anyway, I gradually healed up. Life went on.

Then a new thing occurred…teeth  (not just tooth pain) but random floating moving pain and bone pain involving my teeth.

Miserable.

I found it hard to concentrate.  Then I found myself only doing what was necessary because of the pain.

I went to the dentist, talked with my medical doctor…had a new filling put in, took Advil, hot packs/cold packs; you name it.

Gradually my mouth felt like it was breaking apart tiny bit by tiny bit.

Finally, it has been decided the pain is a result— a sort of residue, of the ulceration and a weird-like tissue death, from the spider bite.

The whole thing rather caused me to think way too loudly —mainly at night when trying to sleep 🙂

BUT!

At least I know now.

At least I can rest and not have my thoughts gather and disappear down a  rabbit hole.

I can go forward into my new normal

Accepting the new creation in my body

Where pain didn’t exist before

It isn’t anything that I can’t live with, now that I understand it

It can’t break me.  It is just the new normal.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Friday, November 22, 2019, We See Rainbows

Mom, Dad, and I saw RAINBOWS!

Lots of Rainbows.

Sometimes Dad would say: “Look there is a Rainbow”!

Mom would get all excited, whip out her camera and snap.

When she would snap, I always tried to see what she was snapping AT!

RAINBOWS!

Not only Rainbows,

but we saw raindrops!

And there in the mountains….SNOW!

Lots of Snow.

Mom and I think all that is good, but more than anything I think

CHECKING OUT THE NEWS in the farmyard, EVEN better than Rainbows.

 

(Just say’n)

 

Beaglie Boomer Brown, or is it Boomer Beaglie Brown?

 

Back on Tuesday Last Week, Sunday, November 3, 2019

(From Pinterest)

Back on Tuesday night, last week, Boomer and I took a wee walk-about

The wind was bad, restless; like a nightmare

Then it started to snow

I was frozen; we didn’t go far

The next day showed us diamonds on the earth

Which truly didn’t start melting until Thursday

Then warming up enough by Saturday it was all gone.  Leaving on wet spots where it used to be.

November has arrived; winter is officially here (no matter what the calendar says) 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Winter Came within a Wailing Wind Storm —- Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Snow came in the night, starting out like rain/sleet/ then snow

Not masses of snowflakes but enough that one is surprised to look out the window on an October Day.

The wind chill is the worst.

The day before, in a crisp, sharp, gusting wind (no rain, no snow, just strong wind)

We tackled part of the woodpile,

Splitting a nice little stack amid the swirl of leaves and twigs

Which is keeping us warm, while the malevolence of the nasty wind stripped the rest of the leaves from all the trees.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda