Those flesh and blood creatures
Who share the farm with us.
The daily hum, of not just our movement on the farm
But the songs,
The physical movement
Even the air
The light.
All hooked together; like a large crochet bedspread.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The glitter of birds make our world so lovely and bright
Their joy and excitement of just being alive
The lift of their wings
Make me feel as if I am right there with them
Riding the wind
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Mom and I went out last night sorta kinda early. Mom wanted to go before the snow came in, so out we went.
Just Mom and I. Mom told Mindy she had to stay inside.
We saw a raccoon. That was all.
Then when we started to come back in it started snowing.
Mom built up the fire then we headed to our beds.
It’s still snowing today.
Mom says Spring is still coming because she saw TWO (2) different flocks of Rocky Mountain Bluebirds in the last three days—
first the Red-Winged Blackbirds and now the Rocky Mountain Bluebirds…YAY!
Mom danced a jig. I just twirled around her while she danced…jigs are too hard on old dogs. Just say’n. (Mom also told me that THIS YEAR she wants to get a photo of the Bluebirds…I hope she does.)
“And still the earth is cold and white,
And mead and forest yet are bare;
But there’s something in the light
That says the germ of life is there.”—Jane Goodwin Austin
Spring is coming Soon!
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Life on a Colorado Farm 