We are having lots of smoke from all the fires in Utah, on the Navajo Nation, and even close by.
It’s all so sad.
Hot! Windy! Hot! Sad.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Flying this way and that!
Birds doing acrobatics!
Weeeeeee
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Linda
Chapter Four
Meanwhile —-
“Hey, Hobbs! Do you know where we are?” TLC sat down panting. “Hobbs! Stop! It feels like we are lost.”
Hobbie stopped, turned around, and looked at TLC. “We are not lost. We just ran around Coyote Hill. Right at this moment, we are sitting on the trail to the Rocky Point.
At the Rocky Point, we will be able to see all the way around us.
We will be able to see the Deep Dark Forest, the Cattail patch, over onto our Ranching Neighbors’ Place,
We can look back and see Coyote Hill, then if we turn completely around, we can see the farm and the start of the little field
where the deer like to hang out.”
Hobbs put his paw up and swung himself around, pointing out each and everything.
“It is the Rocky Point where we can see if there really are any wild dogs living on the farm.
It’s the Rocky Point where we can see where ALL the wild creatures live.”
Hobbs came and sat down beside me.
“Well, it’s starting to get late. The Sun is going to bed, and those wild creatures will start coming out. Being outside at night at the farmhouse is one thing; being out here right along with the wild ones is a whole other thing! TLC announced.
“Tell me about it,” Hobbs sadly said. “I was dumped out after years of living inside, never going outside. I had to figure things out pretty fast.”
TLC reached over and put a paw on Hobb’s paw. “Well, New Fur brother—You will just have to keep Boo Berry and me safe!”
“BOO BERRY!!!” TLC and Hobbs yelled together! “WHERE ARE YOU BOO BERRY!!!”
I sat watching the birds flying overhead
When seemingly out of nowhere—-FIGHT
Goodness! It lasted for several minutes — at least three. Very intense and actually very loud—shattering the stillness
Amazing to see, hear—and photograph. (for me, anyway)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Summer has completely arrived
Bringing with it the bright promise of rich days of growth
The air full of drama,
Each day, a bright promise
Filling my heart, my mind, my soul with the music of little bird lives.
Even though the work starts early and ends late, late, late
The joy of summer entangles deeply in my soul.
(We’ve been close to, or right around 100* for heat. Still, I must confess, I love Summer.)
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I had a Porcupine quill get my ankle
It went in a wee way.
But when I reached down to pull it out
I found a heart!
So, I guess, I had to be stabbed to see the heart!!! 🙂
What an unusual thing to have happen.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I’ve been a tad stressed lately.
Actually, greatly overwhelmed at different points.
But when that starts to happen, I start to find sweet little kisses
My soul, my mind, and my energy slowly start to balance into the correct and proper place.
These sweet little heart rocks herald the change!
They are always there for me. When I need them most. I am truly blessed.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Because sometimes I really can’t take everything anymore
I sit by the hollyhocks and become one with the outside
The Buzzing of the Bumble Bees, the flowers, and Me.
The air is full of tranquility.
The peace of the summer day settles softly on my skin.
Sharing time with a wonderful little bumblebee
Silence and calm
The delicious air is full of the scent of roses and lilies
My worries, concerns, and troubles tumble out of my mind
Solitude—the quiet, filled with the scents of summer and the sounds of healing.
From my World to your heart,
Linda
Chapter Four
They took off running.
Goodness! I don’t want to be left behind, so I took off running.
On to the coyote hill they went. It was rocks, and hot and dry.
I was following along as fast as possible when I slipped and fell. Crashing my face down onto a huge rock.
It Hurt!
It hurt so bad that I must have passed out.
When I woke up, a squirrel was putting its paws on me and chittering. “Wake-Up, Doggie. Please wake up. It’s not safe here. You have to wake up!”
I opened my eyes, sat up a little, and shook my head.
OH!
MY!
THAT HURTS!
“What hurts?” Squirrel asked.
“My mouth! Right by my nose.”
“Can you walk?”
“I think so.” I heaved myself up. Gave myself a gentle shake, leaving my head still. “I’m up,” I said through my swollen upper lip. “I think I broke my mouth.”
“Maybe you’d better go home, Doggie. I think you need to tell your homan.”
“Me too. But I’m not sure where I really am. Do you know the way back to my house?”
“I know some of the way,” Squirrel replied. “Follow me, we can get you back to the equipment area, then, maybe, you will know how to get home. If not, I’ll try to find a raccoon to help you.”
So—- gradually, gradually Squirrel and I limped back around Coyote Hill, then over through the brush, under the fence, then FINALLY the equipment area.
“Here,” I whimpered, “Here, I really have to rest.” I fell under the leveler and instantly fell to sleep.
“While at a wedding at Briarhust in Manitou Springs, a beautiful rainbow appeared.” Robert wrote to me.
Gosh! What a delightful blessing for that wedding —-and for ME!!!
Thank you so very much!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 