Under a darkening sky
The geese steadily winging their way to the Upper End and the harvested pinto bean field
Beaglie and I headed over to feed the creatures
Waiting patiently for their yummy snacks
At the equipment storage area. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The sunset casting orange and pink lights along the Western sky; flinging light of soft pale pink, orange, and lavender in the East.
The full moon of November (the Beaver Moon)Â
Rose quickly through the high, scudding, pink-colored clouds
Casting a half-light on the high branches of the freeze-dried leaves.
Shrouded in lavender clouds the full moon’s light
Petenerated, in a soft glow.
(And I was there to see 🙂 )
From my world to your heart,
Linda
On a wee walk-about in
The moon-washed world
Boomer and I strolled taking photos in the November cold
The vibrations of the night were full of ghosts, sprites, elves, and Winter-time dwarves.
Prowling silently throughout the darkening land.
These wee unseen creatures stalking alongside the predators of the night
Shimmering mysteriously suddenly there
Adding to the unusualness of a star caught in the glow of the moon.
The world…strange, glowing, twinkling
Everything and everyone in the shadowy darkness
All caught in the silver moonlight.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The unfettered sounds of rushing, dashing, crashing water
Has now passed.
The fresh and heady scent of clean, clear water
Has dwindled down to
To nothing. No more frothing white ice fairies
Or the orchestra of rushing water singing to us
Only the pebbles resting on the bottom, drying slowly in the sun.
The year has come full circle; March the water will be rushing back to fill the canals and our farms. For now, everything waits.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Mom and I were out and about. Doing this and that and other things.
We would get on the four-wheeler; Mom would drive to here and there, then we would get off and Mom would do something.
I would sniff around and until Mom would call.
Back on the four-wheeler, we would go.
(Socks and flip-flops 🙂 )
It was way over by the old Apricot tree when Mom and I got off to ‘go for a walk’.
That’s what Mom said we were going to do
We were walking straight down the road when I suddenly saw
DANGER!
I crouched down real low, growled deeply in my chest; I had Mom to take care of, you see.
I kept like that for a long time.
BUT MOM KEPT ON WALKING TOWARD THE DANGER!
AND SHE KEPT CALLING ME TO FOLLOW!
Are you Kidding! I’ve been out here on the farm in many dangerous situations and I KNOW DANGER!
I didn’t hurry up, but I started following Mom in my growling,
Creeping stance!
Making myself as BIG as I could make myself, raised my ears, lowered my tail and crept along.
Growl!Â
GROWL! MOM COME BACK! I whined.
Suddenly the danger was right on me and it was
BLACK BEAUTY!!
I tricked Mom really well, don’t you think?
Boomer
(P.S. I knew there wasn’t danger all along, I was just tricking Mom.
Really.
My eyes still work very well, Thank you.
It was just to let Mom know I would take care of her.
Honestly. This was all just a trick on Mom.)
Boomer
(P.P.S.S. I really thought it was a coyote. But don’t tell anyone, okay.)
Boomer
(From Pinterest)
Every frosty evening the geese come to our farm
Their voices serenade in lovely song on the damp chill air
Magnificent and wonderous; their wings rippling the air, making a huge swooshing sound as they fly overhead
Settling down in the harvested Pinto Beans fields, where their night-time rustling brings contentment to our farm.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
(from Pinterest)
I was hauling wood for the evening when I thought I would head over to the canal to see if the water was starting to lessen
It is…soon there will be no water.
But —-in the moldering dead grass and fallen leaves I saw a most beautiful chill upon the land.
Ice Fairies painted with perfect splashes of water. Brightening the dark and dismal banks along the edges of the canal.
Even creating a little glass-like bell to ring in the chill and hostile winds.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
(From Pinterest)
A few leaves have fallen off the freeze-dried branches of the old Cottonwood tree
Scattered here and there; stretching loosely across the farmyard
The chickens adding their delighted wing-stretching excitement to the downward slide into full-blown winter.
But what thrilled me the most (while on a walk with Boomer)
Was the swirling and darting of the leaves in a wee little breeze
Standing upright on their stems dancing, dancing, dancing creating a brilliantly choreographed ballet of green and golden leaves.
I was supremely delighted to have been gifted with this amazing event!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
(from Pinterest)
The remnants of Summer freeze-dried right on the trees, with that nasty storm last week. (As you can see the bright gold of Autumn barely started)
The moisture in the corn zipped down to harvest levels. Although our renters have not started harvesting on our place
The alfalfa fields are just starting to show signs of turning brown…it takes alfalfa a long time to lose its green color.
Moon and one star
The chill of winter already upon the land. Methinks we are in for a long, long winter.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
(From Pinterest)
Back on Tuesday night, last week, Boomer and I took a wee walk-about
The wind was bad, restless; like a nightmare
Then it started to snow
I was frozen; we didn’t go far
The next day showed us diamonds on the earth
Which truly didn’t start melting until Thursday
Then warming up enough by Saturday it was all gone. Leaving on wet spots where it used to be.
November has arrived; winter is officially here (no matter what the calendar says) 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
