To See When One isn’t Looking —- Wednesday, July 3, 2019

I like to stand outside and hear the wind speak

Although, I even like to stand outside on the ditch bank and look at the sun

Or stare at the sun when he isn’t looking at me

I enjoy the immensity of the air, the liquidness of the moisture turned into fluff

I like to see the earth when it green and so full of life

Or the joy of all living things as they move throughout the day

I always feel that the gift of more time

Here on the face of the earth—

Is such an amazing present.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

I am Always Inordinately Pleased with the Common Things of Life — Wednesday, May 29, 2019

It’s been downright cool here of late

Still, the cooler weather has the spring flowers looking nice

The wind has been rather terrible, causing the tall bearded iris to slant and wave dangerously

Some  of the plants are showing yellow from the lack of sunshine,

But others seem to flourish in the limited sun and warmth

Still the spring air

of very cool, nights and slightly warmer days

Seem to bring something special to my garden of blooms

So here we are

with the weather a tad raw,

Being gifted with jewels

Of a most wondrous kind!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

We Live in Hope —-Monday, May 27, 2019

The wind picked up yesterday

Becoming a menace by the end of the day.

Then the weather cooled down rapidly…going from 82* to 72* (27c – -13c)  within 60 minutes

The wind shrieked,

and pelted us with little shards of dust

Late, late into the evening, all the little hummingbirds feasted at the feeders, trying desperately to fill up– to stay warm, before the thunderstorms arrive today.

This winter storm is to be in here for three days, but…

Maybe if I am lucky I will get to see a rainbow!

That will be really special.

I took this photo years ago at our home town cemetery.  
I think it is still appropriate even today.

 

Today we remember.

All those who cared for us and our way of life.

Allowing us to live in hope.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Out and About with Mom and Mindy (sometimes)

Mom and I

and sometimes Mindy, took walks in the rain, in the wind, at night, and in the storm we had.

But this morning we took a walk in SUNSHINE!

Anyway, here are some of the things we saw

These tiny birds are back…YAY!  Mom and I love to see them and watch them…they watch us, by freezing very still, not moving at all.

If Mom talks to them, they get very nervous but don’t move.

Last night, after the storm left, Mom and I went for a short walk to the old tree, which is no longer there, because the ditch company sprayed and killed it….and Mom saw a helicopter coming our way.

She took a picture (Mom always has her camera with her) just to see if the helicopter would show up.  Only the lights on the helicopter showed up.  Still kinda cool.

Our storms were mild compared to other places so the renter is back on the land this morning.

The sun setting through the storm last night was rather cool.

Mom and I checked the apricot blooms…yep, froze.  There might be a few that make it, but nothing like there could have been.

The canal water came yesterday!

Mom and Dad and I all thought YAY!

Dad says today we make ditches!

Oh!  I hear a big truck!  I know that motor!

Gotta go!

See ya,

Boomer

My Mother Always Said—Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Our sun is covered with thick clouds of heavy moisture….it has been for three days

Today we have wind…lots and lots of wind, plus rain and very cold temperatures.

The birds are flying low the sky; the air full of their calls.

Wind is good and bad…for it is the wind that will move this stuff out of here; chilling us to the bone.

And possibly drying up all the rain.  🙂

My mother always said: “When Easter is late so is Spring”.  

I think she is right! 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

A Song of Storms and Wind—-Sunday, February, 17, 2019

Friday night a storm started blowing in

The moon once clear, but with a halo, became fuzzy with clouds

By morning we were in a series of storms

The clouds grey and vaporous, dark and wraithlike

The wind pushing them along in a haunting song of winter’s lullaby

The wind was so sharp and cold it could peel your skin

All around the storm’s outriders turned the world to grey and then white

The wind howled and the rain fell flat and stinging

But by evening the lashing storm had spent itself, moving onward to other parts of the land

The clouds turned to gold and the air filled with sunshine.

Although, we are cold today…the day is beautiful; singing a much different song then yesterday!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Catching UP

Well, it seems like I need to do some catching up.  Well, not me, but you.  Well not you catching me up, but me catching you up.

It’s still terribly dry here.


And the wind blows every day, —- still.

The deer are enjoying the corn.

They like corn just like Mom and Dad.

The coyotes eat the corn also.  There isn’t anything a coyote won’t eat —-just say’n.

The Barn Swallows are doing a real good job of keeping the mosquitoes gone.  They are on another batch of little kids so they eat lots of flying bugs.  Mom and Dad and Mindy and I think that is a VERY GOOD THING!

The very busy raccoons are coming into the yard all the time.  They robbed Mom’s tomato patch the other night and had a huge feast.

So, Mom covered up the watermelon hoping to protect the three which are left. (One was eaten and Mom said it wasn’t even ripe.)

Freddy Fox comes to see me every so often.  He is shy and won’t come around if Mom is out on a walk with me…but I see him and give him tag wags.

The other night we almost ran into a skunk.  Mom was extremely careful.  She called me back to her and made me walk with her into the cornfield where we hid—and Mom took a photo.

That tail went up, up and more up, but nothing came out.  Which was a very good thing.  Mom and I were extremely nervous we were going to get sprayed.

But I guess the big news is Ethie and Dottie don’t live here anymore.  Ethie’s real parents came and got her.  They also took Dottie because Ethie and Dottie were BFF’s now and would have been sad without each other.

Then Mom was sad about not having Ethie and Dottie.  She kept saying that the yard seems empty without chickens.  This went on for several days.

My oldest sister (the one who has my cousin Etta) came up and gave mom TWO young hens.

Little Bit One and Two.  They do everything together. If one turns left the other one does too.  If one runs down the road the other one is right with them.  Mom says they must have been twins.  (Can chickens have twin eggs?  It’s a wonder all eggs look the same to me.)

Anyway, Mom is happy again…two hens to scratch and run in her yard.  I have two hens who like to take naps close to me…and Mindy has two hens who like to chase her.

Mindy is not very happy about that!!!!

Oh!  Have to go!…………….

It’s UPS TRUCK TIME!

Boomer

 

 

 

The Forests Groan in Agony—-Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Every day we have wind, sometimes all day, sometimes only in the afternoon, sometimes just before nightfall.  Sometimes it lasts forever, sometimes for only a few hours.

The wind brings with it the smoke

Or it drives the smoke out and away

One never knows.

  The smoke is ominous.  Shouting loud and clear that the forests are struggling

The animals, bugs, and plants sobbing in fear.  My heart breaks for all of them.

We can still see one of the massive fires on the Uncompahgre Plateau (there are two up there).   At last count, there were fires in Parachute, Rangely, Meeker, Oak Creek, Parshall, Basalt, Hartsel, Cahone, and Cortez.

I’m not sure if the one in Crawford is out or not.

Then there are those massive fires in California, and Idaho, Canada, and other places in the west.

The light streaming through the smoke is beautiful, strong and striking.

The air feels sinister.

The bell is ringing.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

In a Sudden Stillness —- Monday, July 30, 2018

My delightful blog friend who lives in Burgandy, France in the Summertime, and Milan, Italy the rest of the time sent me this lovely

Rainbow! 🙂

“Hi, Linda,

We were waiting for rain but the storm clouds passed us by with a couple harmless rumbles and then this.

x Charlotte”

Aww, the beauty of a French rainbow!

Thank you, Charlotte!

Saturday afternoon the wind arrived…it blows daily, for some reason this year.  Has blown every day since March.

But coming with this wind was a RAINSTORM!!  Enough to actually leave us puddles

Everything dried up quickly, but for a short while…moisture.

The rain chutes as the sun was setting were stunning.

Saturday evening was very nice!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

 

Breathing the Air —- Monday, May 14, 2018

The wind has been terrible again…50 m.p.h. gusts, my poor plants are feeling crushed and flatted and battered and beaten.

Even though the winds have been blowing, like God is angry, everything once invisible has become visible in the sunlight

The soft clouds dance and flicker  through out the day

While the dry, dry soil gives us visual belief in the unseen wind.

More and more we are seeing the summer birds returning.  Breathing brightness into the sunlight


Filling out the tapestry of grass, trees, leaves, flowers, bumble and honey bees

Even though the spinning pounding wind as been most unusual…

The beauty of spring fills our eyes, our hearts, our souls and the growing newness of the earth!

From my world to your heart,

Linda