Our son said he heard that winter was going to come upon us suddenly and last a very long time.
It was the coldest night so far last night. We woke up to 45*. The dew is thick upon the grasses and weeds. The air has a decided turn about it.
Still there is the everlasting light that surrounds us and the farm, bathing all with the start of a new day, or the closing of the old one.
Softly each day brings with it the sheer ordinariness, which is a comfort to the soul.
As always, your friend on a western Colorado farm,