I love the light…first light of the daybreak…when things of the dark go to sleep and those of the day start their rustle and bustle
This time of year the air is sharp and chill,
but warms through the day, until a nice and toasty heat is radiating off the land
By nightfall, the things of the farm pause and draw breath, slowing for the long rest.
Brilliant evening light filters through every crack and crevice
The plants pause first, then the animals and birds slow, stopping their frantic search for food; if you are still and just listen you can hear the earth itself draw a slow and peaceful breath.
There are many, many names for God. The reason being; one small word is not enough to describe love.
As always your friend on a western Colorado farm,