The Hollow Place in My Heart—-Monday, May 23, 2016


Sometimes I my heart breaks…I’m sorry.  But it does.  Today I’m having a hard time. Please forgive my short post.  Tomorrow I hope to be back to myself.  I want more than anything to get back into that place of joy that is the most basic of happiness.

I need to gather the pieces of myself again.  To snip off those offending, worrying thoughts.

Today-my-heart-is-sadI hate to even write this, but I promised myself I would always write the truth to you.  That my blog posts would be sincere, honest and full of candor. This blog would verify my approach to the world.

My connection to you real.

Break-through-sunSometimes I wish I could reach into the future and see the outcome of that which is worrying me…but the reality is:  I’m glad I can’t.

Your friend,


Go Forth Today—-Sunday, May 22, 2016

ShadowsGo forth today, my friends each and everyone—

MorningReach out to those things that touch your heart, your mind and your soul

First-irrigation-of-the-PinI wish for you peace and  healing a joy this day

SharpenedMay you find that rare thing—a break from all your worries and stress

BA day of feeling young again!



Coyotes! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Ten

I trotted down the side of the hill and hit the fence line in short order.  Good!  Still no smell of coyotes on the wind.  Although, to be honest the wind was coming from the South West, so if there were coyotes they would have to be in the south west some place.

The grass was tall along the fence, but since it was a four-strand barbed-wire fence—not an electric fence the tall grasses didn’t really matter.

As for being a beagle and being smaller than the grass was tall, now that was another story.

I trudged on.  Just as I was about to head up the bare side of the Cactus Hill I heard something—it was the sound of many, many feet heading up the side of Cactus Hill.  I scrunched down in the tall grass and waited.  Gradually the sound faded. I parted the tall grass with my nose and peaked to where I had heard the sounds.

Nothing.  No one or anything was there.


I followed the line of the hill with my eyes always looking up and up and upper.  There going toward the uppest point of Cactus Hill were six coyotes!  SIX!!!

I’m sorry to say I wet myself just watching them going up, upper and uppest to the point of Cactus Hill!

OH! MY! HEAVENS!  I WANT MOM!  I WANT DAD! I WANT OUT OF HERE!  I fell to ground, causing the very tall grass to cover me up; hiding my white beagle fur.

I lay there panting…I so wanted to bay and holler for Mom and Dad, but I knew they wouldn’t hear me I was way, way, way over here and they were way, way, way over there—in the house—with the windows shut—and not only that in bed  A SLEEP!  They would NOT hear me ever!


Gradually I got my courage up, peaked to the top of hill, saw the coyotes—they were arranging themselves in some sort of pattern.  First they circled around and around, then one of them would walk to the point of the knob, suddenly one of the others would come up to that one and sort of bark/growl at the one on the point.  This kept going on for some time.   Realizing they were having some sort of argument I decided I could continue slipping through the tall grass, along the fence line, and head over to the other draw; crawl through the cattails, then make it to the second fire road.

The second fire road was built along the side of Coyote Hill, but that didn’t matter.  If I slunk along in the shadows of the hill side I should be able to come up on top then trot over to the farm road by the dirt irrigation ditch.  If I can get there I can make it HOME in 30 minutes or I can make back to the hen house in 15 minutes.

I slithered along the fence line…yes I really did…I slithered along, counting myself lucky every time I made it to a fence post.  Once I got to the fence post I checked my distance from the snarling pack outlined on the point of the hill.

Gradually they started to grow smaller and smaller.  It was about that time I realized I had reached the second FIRE ROAD!


I made a dash to the bottom of the fire road and lay panting alongside a big old rabbit brush.  I was wore out!

Cropped Coyote

I lay there, body all stretched out; tongue dripping saliva onto the dirt, when the meanest, baddest, biggest, ugliest coyote broke through the Chico brush heading toward the snarling pack up on the point of Cactus Hill. The meanest, baddest, biggest, ugliest coyote was THORINA!  And her HUGE! GIGANTIC! COLOSOUL MATE!  My beagle heart was pounding so hard I was sure she could hear it. Thorina is the mate to Thor they are legendary in these parts for killing more chickens, turkeys, cats and a stray dogs than any other lean-limbed, long-haired, scruffy-tailed, yellow eyed, slobbering, hungry-looking coyote around.












The World Pauses—Thursday, May 19, 2106

Good-Morning!Gradually, day-by-day our world is changing.

Morning Moving ever closer to summer, although still chilled with rain showers and drizzle.

The wind sings loudly causing the wind chime to clash and bang, or the wind moves as only a breath lifting the leaves on the trees in soft little flutters of green.

Fire-2The day swings into to full force rushing toward it’s own end; the birds actively twittering and wakeful from first light until gloaming.

ZoomEach day is filled with activity—so much to do and to get done before the shadows of the night fill the air.  The shadows are cold this time of year, but in summer warm and soft.

Fire-5There is that special time…that moment just before light, or in the gloaming, just before dark;  the silence speaks to me.  And if I’m very still and just listen the world pauses and takes a breath.

With Love, from my world to your heart






Gifts from Nature—Wednesday, May 18, 2016

My first gift from nature  is a new bird to my feeders!  I am so excited!

Sharpened A Western Tanager!  I’ve never seen one here before.  The website says they are woodland birds.  It just may be passing through.  Only time will tell.

BearThe bears are back.  A mom bear (sow) and one cub have been spotted (several times) just below our farm…running along the fence line.  Another bear has been bothering a bee hive over about two miles from us.


Saturday is the first day of May’s Full Moon…this year it is a Blue Moon complete with a sighting of Mars!!!  You can read all about it here! 

Full Moons

I hope the sky is clear for you, wherever you might be!  To see the bright, bright light of the moon and the red planet Mars will be a gift of a lifetime!



The Rhythm of My Days—-Tuesday, May 17, 2016


Sometimes I’m asked if I ever get bored—now that I’m retired from a paying job.Red-SUn-2

(A past photo)

No actually, I never get bored!  I do get restless, sometimes.  But never bored.

Rikki-The-RaccoonThere always seems to be something to do or to see or to experience—-right here on the farm.  Those small little creatures which keep my mind from wandering into dullness.

sunrise-25.jpgWinter will ‘do me in’ with it’s terrible cold and long dreary days.  But I’m not bored. The frozen outside has stilled the voices of trees and water. The winter animals and birds are desperately  on the hunt for food and survival, the sounds chill on the air with the low slung arc of the sun.

Sundail-gardenI bought my bedding plants yesterday and will plant them today.  I will work digging the little holes needed for each small plant listening to the voices murmuring in the trees and the water of the canal, as I carefully water and fill in the soil around each plant.  Terry and I will repair the outside furniture, set an arch he made for me, and I will start painting the trim and benches in the gardens.  I will paint, then weed, and trim, and prune as the sun travels across the sky.

With love from my world to your heart!



A New Storm Comes In—Monday, May 16, 2016

New-Storm-2After a time of warm a new storm arrived on a stiff breeze, almost wind.


The wind was fragrant full of green things growing, moisture in the clouds and the sharp tang of Chico’s and Rabbit Brush.

It’s cold today, with scattered sighting of sunshine.  The gift of moisture and life!



The Enchantment in Work—Sunday, May 15, 2016


There is tremendous satisfaction from pulling weeds out of the soil.  Backbreaking and endless the chore, but it always gives me a sense of triumph.


My yard is a series of rooms..flung around the edges of the lawn. Tearing the roots of thistles, bind-weed, wild grasses single-minded in the sun and the heat. (I love the sun and the heat.  Love it!)


I ripped and tore with tremendous concentration–covering 1/2 acre…stopping only at the end of the day.


feeling the soil give up the stubborn root; the foe lying defeated in my wheelbarrow


The farm yard felt calm and empty as I worked.  Pleasant, peaceful, healing!Canas

(some of the above photos were taken previously, as is this one)

I still have the east side of the house to do, but today is Sunday.  And it’s trying to rain. Good-NightI played hookey (just this morning)  from changing water, letting Terry get the early morning sets!  I’ll be back out there at noon and beyond.  Right now I’m taking a wee break!

Canyon-sunsetI love the silence of solitude.







Coyotes! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Nine

I was sitting there puzzled and confused when Ruth decided to make a comeback.  Only this time she didn’t swoosh down on me and frighten me, she glided silently onto the corral post nearest me and hooted!

“RUTH!” I barked up to her…”Did you see who that was that looped down the road and across the street into the other people’s yard?”


“Go across the road, Ruth and see if there is anything or anyone over there who is new to the neighborhood!” I yelled.  “BUT HURRY! They might be gone!”

Ruth fluffed up her feather, raised her mighty wings and took off…gliding silently over the road and into the neighbor’s yard.  She perched on a giant old cottonwood tree stump which was at least forty feet in the air.

“Whoo, hooo”  I heard her faint call.  “WHOO!”

I watched her walk around on top of the giant old cottonwood tree stump, walking this way and that way.  Then she lifted her wings and silently flew back to me.  This time landing right by me on the ground, raising dust as she landed.

“Well,” I cocked my head to the left, then I cocked my head to right.

“I don’t know…I didn’t see anything or anyone.  Nothing.”

“Oh, darn.  That’s okay. We’ll just move on.  I have a HUGE mystery to solve, and whomever that was isn’t the mystery…I guess…. I hope, geez, I wonder if it was?”


Ruth and I took off patrolling the site—round and round the hen house, the horse barn, the dog kennels, and the garage we went.  Ruth in the air and I with my trusty nose to the ground.  Gradually we even made it clear around the corrals.

“Hey, Beagle! I’m getting tired.  See you later”…and with that Ruth left me.

Well, I guess that is what happens when you work with an Owl—no patience.

#I kept on sniffing and studying, but being very careful to stay well away from the old Apricot orchard and the pasture of Number 8 and her group of fifteen cows.  Been there done that.  If anything survived that Boss Cows protection of her domain, good luck to them.

I kept on sniffing.  Suddenly I realized I had sniffed my way clear down the alfalfa pasture and into the draw between the alfalfa pasture and Cactus Hill the next draw over was COYOTE Hill!

Shudder!  Shake.  Tremble. I didn’t realize I was getting so close to that danger zone!

Quickly gathering my courage I reasoned I needed to dash for cover by heading toward the old ensilage pit.  If I could make it there I would be close to Dad’s other equipment storage area and there I hoped I would be safe.

But to dash that far meant I had to run lickety-split through the tall grass that grows between the two hills, then I had to pad my way up the other side of a very bare rocky hill.  Or I could keep heading down and hug the fence until I got to one of the fire roads. (The fire roads are the roads Dad makes, just in case we have a fire and we need to get down there to put the fire out.  OR the fire trucks need to get down to put the fire out.)

The trouble with hugging the fence is this was the Coyote Highway.  Well, actually so was the tall grass valley between the two hills.  Come to think of it so was the area BEHIND the ensilage pit.

Sigh!  I plopped down and decided to rest my paws for a spell.  Which way to go…down and through, or hug the fence and up, or trot clear over to the farm road and head on over to the ensilage pit.

THE FARM ROAD!  Now that’s a thought.  If I angle a little bit to the left, keep on moving east, I’ll come to the Apricot Tree road.  This is the farm road to the equipment area and the middle corn field.  It is also the road to Coyote Hill, Rocky Point, the Flat Lands and the back side of the Back Forty.

I sat there a spell pondering.  I turned my nose toward the Farm Road and give the air a good sniffing.  Then I turned my nose due south, which would take me through the tall grass in the draw and up the bare side of the Cactus Hill, after which I trotted down the side of the alfalfa pasture hill and gave a good sniff into the west wind.

Sniff the air

Clear! No smell of a coyote anywhere.  I’m off!  I’m going to give the fence line and the fire road a chance, it’s the shortest distance to the equipment area from where I now sit.







One of Those Long Restless Nights—-Thursday, May 12, 2016


I had one of those long restless nights last night.

MonkYou know the kind, whereby you toss and turn, your mind going over all the things you need to do, things you wish you could have done better—everything and anything…

WarningThings that make you wake up in alarm, even though you didn’t think you were sleeping.

SamyEven a walk in the dark with Sam and Boomer left me restless and wide-awake—as if I had drank too much tea.october-dawn

Gradually along about 4 in the morning peace came over me.  The quiet of the night pushing me past the edge of restless dreams into real sleep. Of course first light was in an hour.  :)

SunriseI get up at 5 in the morning.  Always.  Always.

Things are so much worse in the dark!

home-in-the-morning.jpgRoutine is such a part of contentment; night fears fade away.

From my world to your heart!