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
Gradually, the sun broke through the dark, heavy clouds
As evening came on, a small wind arrived
The sun started sinking until the sky turned to fire, with nothing but a memory of those three days and three nights of rain.
Stunning! Lovely! Marvelous!
May Blessings Abound for each of you, My Friends,
Linda
Connie from a Far Side of Fifty makes the most beautiful cards! She sent me one because of this bad foot/leg I seem to be living with now.
Thank you so very Much, Connie!
This was a wonderful surprise!
May all of You Have Wonderful Blessings today,
Linda
Mom and Dad were delighted.

Trying to get news. Or finding a dry spot to do my business. Hard!
But now the rains have left for a spell and dry has come back!
No more padding through mud, or tall wet grass!
No more staying in the house ONLY!
Off Mom and I go, cause, THERE IS STUFF TO SEE OUT THERE!
Boo Berry Betty Brown
This is very hard on the harvest right now. (Onion, ensilage/silage, pinto beans)
Our hay is all up, sold, and paid for, so all we have to do is relax and enjoy this beautiful weather.
The rain came early Monday morning and lasted until Thursday morning.
May Blessings abound for each of you, My Friends!
Linda
So I grabbed my cellphone, called Boo Berry, and slipped on my flip-flops
Outside in the silver light was much better than watching the moon slide toward the west from a window
My cellphone doesn’t do the moon justice, but, ah, well, it is what it is.
May Blessing Abound for you, My Friends
Linda
But with the long wet rain throughout the night, we also woke to the joy of joys
Fog! It crept knee-high through the fields, across the grass, and formed into wet white clouds.
I love the fog. Momma said Fog were clouds that came to earth for a spell. I liked that as a child, and I still like it as an elderly old woman.
The air actually glimmers and sings to us in ghostly tones of brilliance.
Fog! A rare experience here in the high mountain desert. A blessing to all who see.
May Blessings Abound for each of you, My Friends,
Linda