The World Settled into Silence—Thursday, November 5, 2015

hhIt rained off and on all day yesterday,  and way into the night.

We actually woke up to rain. The air rich with the smell of ozone and the dried leaves, corn stalks and ears; now absorbed with water.


Then there came a feel of snow in the air.

Although, the sky was the same leaded gray the air itself had changed. A heaviness and feeling of something different; colder/sharper.

Silence, no small voices of birds or rustling of little creatures, as the crystals in the clouds changed from water to ice.


Then it came, sudden and hushed, flurries of little tiny noiseless flakes, whirling out of the air.

CThe sun is out now (as I type), the sounds of water returning, running off our metal roof, the snow is melting adding to the mud, flatting the fallen leaves.

The weather people were right.  An early winter storm has arrived.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



22 thoughts on “The World Settled into Silence—Thursday, November 5, 2015

  1. I’m listening to rain drumming on the roof as I read this. It won’t last long, but it’s good and heavy, and there’s more coming; we have thunderstorms forecast for the next 4 days, hallelujah! I’ll never see snow here; when I lived down south we’d get the occasional flurry on the high ground, but here on the coast, and at this latitude, it’ll never happen. My husband has *never seen snow*. Can you imagine!

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  2. Linda, I love your posts….. beautiful pictures …. poetic detail. I always look forward to your blog, even when I don’t have a chance to write you a note. Thanks for all you do!

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