It was a beautiful night last night. Boomer and walked around 1:00 in the morning. Our long lane was frozen solid, which was a good thing. Otherwise parts of it is so heavy with mud I don’t feel like walking down it to get the mail in the daytime.
The sky was thick with stars! They seem to be hung low and hugely bright. The moon is a very, very faint silver thread, which winds it’s way in the heavens sinking long before morning.
There is no storm brewing so the cows are all bedded down way across the way. If there was a storm in the making the cows would be out grazing.
I love the land! I also understand the enchantment of solitude. And I know there is healing in quiet places.
Morning arrived today on a stiff little breeze. Although, the breeze stopped around nine o’clock.
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,