Daily there is always something to be done…something beyond the everyday of the necessary routine.
We just finished hauling dirt. We will use this dirt to fill in low spots on the fields, to lay transfer pipe in and cover up the pipe with, we will pack areas which the wind has whipped bare (like over culverts)
The plowing is about to end until May. In May there will be the time of getting the pinto bean fields ready—Pinto beans are planted June 1st.
The two large fields are have been leveled and are waiting to be marked out and have the water started…once the water starts we don’t stop irrigation until late September….
Storms have played around us and on us…shivering the land, the plants and us.
The earth–the ground, the canal, the sky, the plants, feel scattered, then exalted, as the heavens drop moisture greening up everything.
The feel of winter is now gone, blurred knowledge that snow and ice and cold once existed.
The approach of distant summer is there — walking on the edge of spring dreams
Sometimes summer’s approach is so loud you think everyone could hear the shout, but really ….it’s a soft sound
A gentle soft movement …this growth toward the growing season. People get used to the singing of this season; summer’s arrival surprises—always. Cool and greening one day..heat and growing the next.
From my world to your heart,
Linda




On the other side of the world, I’m enjoying the slow, gentle approach of the Dry, the cooler nights, dryer air and respite from the mad, overpowering growth of all the plant life in the summer. My world will be taking a small afternoon nap, rather than a long, cosy winter sleep!
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I could live there and flourish just like a weed, I’ll bet! I’m so glad you made it safe from that awful storm you just had!
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I think you’d flourish anywhere! Living here, I’m surrounded by beauty. The bad stuff is the price I pay for the privilege. But I’m not sure I could cope when I’m old and less able, so the plan is to retire somewhere sub-tropical or temperate… one day.
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I love your plan! I keep telling Terry we need to go to New Orleans for the winter…I would flourish in that wonderful city I think.
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I think you would, so long as you can find a house on a hill!
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Oh, how it warms my heart to see your flowers and know that you have been working ground. Here all is mud and ice and our daffodils are barely an inch high and still faded from growing underground.
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It’s been years since I’ve had any lilac blooms and tonight I looks like I won’t again this year. You and I we are such lovers of growing things!
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“The approach of distant summer is there — walking on the edge of spring dreams”
What wonderful imagery!
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Thank you, Betty! You are always very kind!
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well, Betty said it better ‘n i: i’d go so far as to say you paint the day as “exalted”. (but on the other hand — those stormy pixures, espesh your current ‘cover’/top one — BRRRRRR !)
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It is cold today…supposed to freeze tonight and tomorrow night. Sigh!
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Looking forward to the green and growing time.
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Me too! Although winter is necessary…I miss the green!
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Beautiful!
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Your word painting of Spring on the farm is beautiful — as are your photos.
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The awaking of the the earth is so special. But I know you already know that. Thank you!
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I LOVE your verbal & pictorial images. Combined I feel like I’m there. Thank you , Sandy
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I’m so glad you come along with me and it’s real enough you feel what I feel!
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You have flowers!! Good to see! 🙂
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Probably after tonight I won’t.
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Beautiful images dear Linda .. summer sure is headed your way 😃
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We are getting ready. Water comes MONDAY!
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