The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-Mom Has Computer Troubles

Mom’s computer broke…well it really didn’t break, nor did it die, but the nasty “Time to Update” happened—after which Mom’s computer would NOT OPEN.

So Mom called her Computer Repair guy.  He was out on a call and would come by late afternoon to see what he could do.

So there was nothing to be done on the computer—-all day.  Which didn’t mean Mom did nothing.

She and Dad worked on removing nails from a building they salvaged,

cleaned up around the hay stackyard, loaded out another load of hay, cooked lunch, patched a roof on the tile house…

and in general, kept really busy!

 

Then late, late in the day!  The computer was repaired and good to go again!

Mom, Dad, and I  (also Mindy and the two chickens)  all danced with joy.

 

But more than all us…Mom was more than delighted!

Off to bed now.  It’s been a long day!

Boomer

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Songs of My Heart—Tuesday, October 16, 2018

There are so many things that set my heart to singing

Seeing the moon (at any time; day or night)  lifts my heart –and seeing a tiny star next to the moon makes the joy even more generous

Setting up on the rocky point the sky dancing with light….wonderous

Helping put the finished ditches and the latest harvested fields to bed for the winter, all within brilliant hues of light—buoyant

A wee walk in the night where there is nothing shining but house and farm lights and the STARS!—Priceless

While out on a small walkabout

Finding a heart rock….a gift from the earth, the wind and the Universe

Brought home to grace my window…exquisite

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

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 Fourth Dimension is Time—-Sunday, July 15, 2018

Tesseract 

A Geometrical and Scientific concept— where Time is a part of the whole.

I’m running behind right now.  Not just in Time, but in each and every facet of the moments which make up my life.

I know I’m complaining at this moment, although I don’t wish to be protesting, ranting, screaming.  Still, I understand this will read like a huge big cry-baby whine.

Shannon’s horse Glory Bree

I’ve reached a place whereby I just want to sit drifting…my thoughts in wisps

 

Jason’s horse TeAta

Nothing to do, nothing to think about, nothing to worry over, nothing to finish so I can ‘get to’ that other thing—Just void, blank, empty

I just want to drift on fragrant little breezes with nothing much to do

So, methinks, I might finish up some stuff, sit some other things aside, and close my mind and actions until company comes at four.  The house, the yard, my world will be whatever it is at that moment they arrive.  And I will be alright with it.

I want to enter that fractured space whereby neither time or worries, action and pressure cannot exist.

Schlegel_wireframe_8-cell  Shamelessly stolen from the internet

Once I make it through the complications of DOING NOTHING and come out on the other side…Time will once more be my friend.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Sunlight Glowing; ’tis Summer, My Favorite Time of Year, Tuesday, July 10, 2018

I spend every waking moment (that I can) outside. Working in the yard, helping Terry in the fields, reading a book on the lawn furniture

It’s terribly hot here this year, 90* (32.2 c) by 9:30 in the morning. Terry wilts after the thermometer hits 90*.

I seem to perk up.

We balance each other that way.

Still, the heat IS more like August; then July.

The plants are reacting to this unusual heat, by speeding up their growth.  Already the corn is starting to tassel out, and the pinto beans are shooting runners.

Early.

Almost two weeks early.  Seems very strange to us.

The weeds are loving it!  Growing rampant and wild and (even in some cases) lovely. Still, they are weeds, and therefore, undesirable.

Of course, they always and forever more pick the worst spot to grow—is there a good spot?

The little birds chatter and sing until around noon when the heat is too much for their songs.   From noon until seven in the evening they sit with wings spread out, tail feathers wide, beaks open, and eyes half closed.  Trying to stay cool.

But my flowers in the yard!! Oh! My!  They are bursting forth in such beauty.  Their scent silken as it caresses the air.

The touch of the sun warm on their breathtaking allure.

Then the evening sun fills the sky with gold, orange, and apricot.

Ahhh….summertime…and the living is good.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

God(s) Make the Sky—-Monday, June 18, 2018

Who is to say the Old Gods do not roam this world anymore?  Those Old Mythical Creatures of Ancient times?

Or those Gods of the American Indian?

Whose to say that science isn’t right?

That everything and everyone is all created along logical sequence…and operate along the same way?

Who is to say that physics isn’t a true fact?

Or to argue the Holy Book(s) are not true?

Who is to say?

Not I…never me.

Ever!

Because I see the moods reflected in the sky.

I feel the wind ripple the water, the plants and touch my skin.

I stand all amazed at the morning light in the eastern sky

And walk at midnight under ragged clouds covering the moon as it advances across the heavens.

I’ve had my eyes filled with color as the noonday sun gradually slides into twilight and darkness

I’ve watched the earth turn…from the shortest days to the longest days. From the longest days back to the short dark days.

No matter how the heavens appear, or how they function, or what logic lays in their operation…I agree with those of old.

God(s) Make the Sky…there is no other explanation for me.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Dream Which Holds Us—Thursday, May 31, 2018

A squall blew up for a few seconds/minutes yesterday…dropping light rain on the ground and messing up all the just washed windows….ah, well, they will wash again.

Then the clouds dispersed and a steadily strengthening sun came out…I didn’t see a rainbow.  😦

There were other beautiful things to share—the warm evening air, tenting us with the feeling of silk on our skin

The light and shadows falling on those things in bloom, making welcome colors for our eyes

And that sound of always running water, giving life to crops.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

We Have Not Cut the Alfalfa Yet —- Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Terry didn’t cut the alfalfa yesterday, because of a predicted 30% chance of rain.

Which, by the afternoon turned into 100% guarantee of that delightful special moisture from the heavens

As the sun started to sink and the clouds started to break up

The sun, low and dazzling shot blazing rays of glorious light

Filling the heavens with a double collection of sparkling, arched light,

in the low-lying mist left from the dissipating clouds.

A gift from the heavens…oh, how blessed we were.  Rain, no alfalfa down, and a double rainbow.

Perfect!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Life is a Collection of Little Lives (Nicholas Sparks) —-Tuesday, May 15, 2018

“And I learned what is obvious to a child.  That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time.  That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals.  That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.  But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.”– Nicholas Sparks

In reality…everyone’s world, everyone’s day is never made of empty spaces.

It’s made up tiny (but massive) jobs, tasks and steps undertaken here and there

Each job feeling twice as big in the beginning of the task

Then gradually taking shape; finally the whole process over and done.

Then there is the end of the day.  Glittering thick with orange and red sunlight, as the night creeps up from the land; finally touching the still warm sky, brilliant light filling air with dreams!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Stand Right There Wherever You Are—-Sunday, April, 29, 2018

STOP!

Right THERE!

And lift up your eyes

Rejoice in the everyday

Sing songs to the sun

And sing to the everyday commonness of [your] daily lives.

“Still, what I want in my life

is to be willing

to be dazzled—

to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even

to float a little

above this difficult world.”

― Mary Oliver

From my world to your heart,

Linda