Terry and I are waiting for the ground to start looking like this again.
It’s going to take a spell, we just had way too much rain.
But believe me, we are not complaining.
Because once the ground gets firm
we will be back working on this willow branch.
So, not yet! Soon, maybe, but not for a spell.
YAY!
May you experience lots of big and small blessings today, My Friends,
Linda
Our world is wet!
It’s been wet
For exactly
FOREVER!
Mom says don’t embellish, TLC.
But, really, it seems like it’s been raining forever! Right, Mom?
Because when you do decide to come in, it’s really nice, isn’t it?
Well, yes, I muttered. I suppose so.
TLC
The Maximillion Sunflowers are a riot of color and sweet pollen for the honey bees
The light is different. Moving toward the Winter Solstice —
where the massive heat of Summer-last is just a memory.
The leaves are starting to fall, but that almost perfect rainbow made my soul sing
We are still shifting wood from the dead limb to the wood pile.
And joy of joys of joy, I found another heart!!! Resting near a brick where a tire must have flung it. Waiting patiently for me. Holding its breath in excitement as I saw it. 🙂
Yes, Summer has faded into Autumn now. With Snow appearing on the peaks. YAY!
May blessings abound for each of you, My Dear Frieinds! Each and every moment of today.
Linda
I happened to look at the Eastern Horizon — there, shimmering, was Half a Rainbow!
The clouds sifting by filled my eyes, but then I looked to the North/East and SAW!!! The other end!
The longer I looked, the glittering sunlight of the rainbow droplets started to form into
Into a perfect half rainbow!
An omen of blessings! Straight from the sky!
May many good and wonderful things happen to and for you today, my delightful friends!
Linda
It’s been lots and lots
Of cleanup!
I mean lots.
We got the worst part that was hanging over the neighbor’s cornfield.
This is the base where the limb broke away from the main tree trunk
That one branch is holding everything up. Although the fence and the stock trailer are a tad squashed
We got tired! So have had to take a rather long break. Mainly because the rains have come again. (We aren’t complaining.)
What is left is going to be messy (still) and hard, but a little bit at a time, is how we are approaching it.
May your day be filled with blessings!!
From our world to yours,
Linda
We decided to drive up and see how low Blue Mesa Reservoir is — this is where we get our irrigation water (and what helps fill Lake Powell —- therefore, Arizona, New Mexico, Nevada, and California)
This is terribly sad. It’s heartbreaking really.
They are saying we are in need of five years of really heavy, deep snows. Terry says— yes, and five years of NOT using the water so it can actually fill up the reservoirs.
Gosh. It’s all so sad and scary.
Here are prayers for moisture. Lots and lots of moisture.
For everyone and everything and all things.
From my world to your heart! May Blessings Abound for all.
Linda
I had to take myself outside and be within it!
A promise of winter skies. I love the colors! I love the soft smell of the earth and the brilliance of Autumn days.
Wishing you the very best! May blessings abound for you today!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I think I see Mom.
I DO SEE MOM!
MOM!
MOM!
I want you!
I want to go into the house!
AND HAVE BREAKFAST!!!!
Mellow Yellow Mr. Hobbs (Hobbie)
The Lifebeat of the earth, the sky, and every living thing
The sun — the light of our days
The vision of flames and the heartbeat of God(s)
God(s) is truly everywhere. I’m sure you agree.
May Each of You be Blessed in Wonderous Ways,
Linda
A whole part of the trunk of the very ancient willow tree split and fell. It was planted in (about 1920) when Terry’s grandparents came to live here.
It’s huge! HUGE!!
It’s going to take us days and days to take care of everything. (We have the days, so we can do it)
It’s a sad mess. Crumpled the stock trailer and the gate, but it can all be fixed. It just takes time.
May each person reading this have delightful blessings today. You are worth it!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
