The rains came and went…although we have a promise of more rains to come tomorrow.
Past dark the sounds are only those sounds of night….an owl hooting, coyotes yapping over a kill, dogs barking in alarm; a warning of the coyotes
Although there is no sound of the worked up soil on the farm — it won’t be long until we start water on the ground
Then the farm ground will be alive with the sound of water running down the furrows; back into the canal to water the next farm
The outbuildings, barns, chicken house, even the fences creak and talk to themselves as they settle into the night…just like old houses do.
The clouds were whisked away in the wind…leaving us with a spring day. Everything feeling fresh, new, crisp…like sheets dried on the clothesline.
Morning dawned lite up the snow, on the Paonia mountain range, with vivid colorsIt’s possible to leave things behind—-stuff, people, good and bad memories, but places…the second you are at that spot again everything comes back…who you are, who you were, when you were there…how life once was.
This is my world…the who of who I am, the what of what I am…the essence of myself.
From my world to your heart,