There in a Sudden Blaze — Sunday, October 11, 2020

Thursday, I was out and about looking for things of wonder

Watching the insects and bees, enjoying the beauty of the last flowers of the season—

Thinking to myself that Autumn/Fall is earth’s answer to the sky’s gift of rainbows

Checking the bee house (it’s filling up)

And the ladybug house—-nothing there.  I don’t really know how a LadyBug house works.

When I looked up into the sky and saw a Sun Dog!

A simple, but very {always} correct announcement, of colder weather coming in three days’ time.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Ten, Friday, August 28, 2020

 

Chapter Ten

Mom got a phone at noon. It was my brother,

Evan.

The news was not good, Mom’s grand-dog, and my bestest buddy, Zookie Brown passed away.

Zookie and I were great friends.

When Zookie and Bella got to stay with us, Zookie always slept with me.  Bella would sleep with Mom on the bed, but Zookie slept with ME!

Zookie was 20 years old.

Mom said she was very glad that Bella and Zookie got to stay with us while their Mom and Dad moved to Montana.

It was the last time we all got to be together, Bella, Mom, Dad, Zookie, and I.

When Mom and I were coming back from being ‘out-on-the-farm’ we saw a Sun Dog.

Somethings are hard.  Saying good-bye is one of those hard things.

But I think…this is just what I think, but I think,  that was really Zookie saying everything is fine, here over the rainbow bridge.

Good-bye, Little Buddy.  Good-bye.

Those Small Little Gifts —- Sunday, March 1, 2020

I was walking back from the smallest field, where Terry and I were working yesterday, when I came across a rock in the shape of a heart

O! THE JOY!  A Heart Rock!

Then I noticed the rock next to the heart—-ah! I see! I thought.  Once just an odd-shaped rock, now suddenly a different one..full of love.

Driving home Friday from the District Basketball tournament,  just chilling there in the sky was a beautiful Sundog.

In three days—which is Monday we are to see a cool down to colder weather.

Ah, well!  It ’tis March.  I would rather have the Lion March at the first of the month, than the last of the month.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

While the Gods Hoovered Around Us —-Thursday, December 5, 2019

“Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons, It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.”— Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

While the Gods hoovered around us, and by us, and even over us

The corn harvest came to a final end, as the draining light fled the sky

Which was a good thing, because last night the clouds came in

Bringing to us chilly rain

a dripping and damp (but clean) earth

Then for a second, as the clouds parted for a wee small moment

Another Sundog glossed the clouds, simmering in rainbow colors. Quickly the clouds slid thickly over and the rains started to pour.

Our roof now echoes with the drumming of moisture.

All is well.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

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

 

 

In Search of Magic —- Sunday, August 25, 2019

(From Pinterest)

Last year’s experimental crop, Hemp, expanded into a modern-day “Gold Rush” for our area.

Massive farms were purchased and planted to hemp.  Even people ripped up their yards and put in hemp.  Our air smells like skunk. 🙂

We’ve seen two large processing plants also come in.

Now, here is the rub…there are lots and lots of plants with potential to make thousands and thousands of dollars. That is all well and good.

BUT–

(From what we are understanding) To get your hemp processed you have to ‘make an application to have your product processed.  And THAT, My Friends, is causing a huge cry of anguish here.

The secret to all crops is to have a market. And, of course for the market to pay you well.

If you have a crop and no market—then all the hype is just a shadowy shape rippling on the wind of speculation.

I saw another sundog glowing in the silver clouds!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Sun Shows His Face Each and Every Day —- Thursday, June 13, 2019

Because we are now warm…nicely warm, not over-the-top warm

Melt has happened in the high country, swelling the rivers to flood stage

There is an eerie beauty about the wild and restless rivers

All that water rising way beyond its boundaries, the expanse of the water makes me feel very vulnerable

Although storms continue to play along the rims of the mountains and plateaus, we are dry here.

Then on Sunday afternoon, I saw a Sundog dancing along in the imperfect light.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Rocky Chaco Man

Mom, Dad, and I were out working around the haystack yard when Mom looked up and said: “We are heading toward colder weather—sundog in the sky!”

I looked up with her and sure enough…there it was all sparkly and purdy!

Anyway…back to Rocky Chaco Man—

He has the best job…he gets to have lots of hugs and pets and pets and hugs…you see Rocky is a Reading Dog for the Mesa County Library System.

Rocky says he LOVES his job, but he HATES having to have a bath before he goes!!

HATES IT!

But Rocky Chaco Man’s mom insists—she says little kids can be allergic to dog fur so Rocky has to be as clean as possible.

Rocky says once he gets there he doesn’t even remember the horrors of the bath. It’s all about kids and hugs from that point on.

(I agree with Rocky…baths are NOT my favorite thing!)

Boomer Beaglie Brown

There in the Sky Simple and Definite—-Thursday, September 20, 2018

We had thick heavy clouds all day yesterday, threatening rain, but none fell right here

Then as the sun was starting to set the whole sky lite up in a lighthearted affair…the sun striking the clouds in a golden shower of color.

The slanting rays sending out streaks of light blazing the underneath of the heavy hanging clouds with a brilliant glow of gold, and orange, and pink, and purple…

The color echoing throughout the sky and on the land, making plants, soil, buildings, even Terry and Boomer, Mindy, and I thick with the beautiful light

Then there in the southern sky was a blazing sign glittering and trembling in the liquid gold of air.

A crescendo ending to a grey and storm filled day!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

The Glow in Gray—-Sunday, June 17, 2018

Terry and I were out changing the water in the little cornfield when I looked up and saw

A beautiful sight….a SUNDOG!  Cooler weather would be on its way.

Then last evening, we started having scattered sprinkles.  Gradually as the night wore on and early morning came, a thin, much cooler spike of air rippled in through the open windows….and it began to rain.

Not a lot of rain, but still air freshening, washing the plants off until they glow type of rain.

Hopefully, rain in the mountains is stopping those malevolent, absolute evil, fires raging there.

From my world to your heart,

Linda