Colorado-Mornin’ High!
I reckon that “You can take the
boy out of the farm---but…?
Seven a.m. on a Sunday morning
and I’m out the door to our
30’ X 40’ “shed on the property
to visit Mr. Timothy, our
(actually the granddaughters)
black Mini-Rex rabbit waiting
“patiently” for his morning
carrot-breakfast. A fine “Hello!” to
Timmy and Lady Candy’s turtle
doves and---chores…Done!
A whole lot easier than all those
years on the “real” farm
herding cattle and horses, sheep,
chickens, ducks and one
lone turkey name of “Tilley”
rescued from the humane society.
Exhilarating! And, what a
“perfect” morning, better than most.
The wee hours of the morning
thunderstorms had washed out the
humid atmosphere of yesterday
scrubbing away the torture. Now,
Colorado cerulean skies greeted
me with a whisper-wind cool as
freshness sliding off the emerald
mountain slopes in the Rockies.
Breathing deeply, my mind
fantasized visions of the mountains.
Life is “sure enough” what you make it!
Ah! Colorado Rocky Mountain Mornin’ High!
Amen!
Plus:
Day 176
Tom-Tom!
Thumping from Wyoming through
South Dakota
into Nebraska down through
Missouri---all…the “long” way home!
One
year we vacationed IN Colorado, actually, many times; we came home the northern
route.
Coming
through the South Dakota badlands and Mt. Rushmore which Becky called Rushmore
Mountain. I made the mistake of buying her an Indian drum at a tourist trap
shop.
She
played it and played it and more and more; I wished she would wear it out! She
didn’t!
By
the time we got home, I knew so many “wild” Indian songs, at least, the melody!
If
memory serves, Beth prayed for lightning to hit that drum, too!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Tom-Tom” Memories!
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