I love the quiet of the day…although (as you know) it really isn’t quiet.
I also love the intensity of the light—-everyday and every hour it’s different…
Sometimes the air throbs with the hymns of light.
The sky so big and and so real it feels like we are tiny as ants
Sometimes it feels like the color actually sighs through the land
Warm and lush, with rain playing softly upon the Uncompahgre Plateau
The sky liquid with with song… a melody of color and light!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Yesterday turned into a swirling, twirling, vibrated dust storm. The wind so sudden and ferocious it was hard to breathe.
All afternoon, in huge waves, of gusting wind the dirt, sticks, and particles flew in the air pelleting us.
Terry and I were in the pinto bean field working on the new farm road connecting one field to another field when our daughter came striding up the back road from her house to where we were working.
Oh! My! Goodness!
We hurried back to her house with her…
Sigh!
What a mess!
We worked until dark, cutting and hauling and cleaning. There is much more to do, but the damage is mostly cosmetic…THANKFULLY! Two small holes in the roof and the damage to the front of the porch.
Another project…oh well. No one was hurt . Thankfully!
We just pick everything up and move on!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sara from Punkin’s Patch…… sent me this tiny bit of information: Word of the day: “noctivagant” – of a person or creature, given to roaming & ranging in the darkness; night-wandering (noun “noctivagator”).
I guess that’s right! I do love my little walks at night! 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Saturday we needed some ‘time off’—something to give us rest and to soothe our minds
A day to lighten our hearts
So we headed to Parachute, Colorado to watch our grandson’s last track meet, and our youngest Granddaughter’s last soccer game.
The day flew by, as if caught up in quicksilver, suddenly over
Then it was home again!
Family—each per person you would die happily for, but you also know each and everyone must do their lives their own way.
Good or bad, failure or success.
So you just travel on…going forward into your own life. For that really is all there is.
Happy Mother’s Day
From my heart to your world,
Linda
So why keep on sweeping the floor, washing the windows, vacuuming the rugs?
When there are so many more things to accomplish…’stuff’ to add to the tiny little cubbyholes of my mind.
Things that cannot be committed to paper
Those tiny spots, of which, if we will just stop and ‘see, will creep over us; tiptoe into our memory banks,
Fill up our wonder…then when old age creeps in, and the body can no longer preform…then those small precious celebrations will spill out in brightly colored heaps, reminding us of yesteryear.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Yesterday was a cold, chill day…with threatening rain clouds, splashes of rain striking, in huge sploshes on the dry soil, and the collective sigh of all green things opening up for the possibility of rain.
Still the ground stayed dry enough Terry could continue leveling on the Middle field
Making it back into the farm yard, while the lightening flashed and burst way, way over there on the Uncompahgre Plateau.
One last check of the water before another patch of dark rain splattered and darkened the earth.
The sunrise this morning was stunning. The Gray velvet veils of clouds had lightened and the silent, jagged forks of lightning way over on the rim of the western sky—- gone.
The enchantment of a new day, after a storm is just beautiful!
The clean fresh air, the smell of watered soil, the shining washed leaves—the brilliant burst of sunlight coming through wildly colored clouds…humbles me and causes me to give heartfelt THANKS for being allowed to be alive — to enjoy each and every day.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Terry is creasing the corn fields now…knocking off the tops of the rows so the corn doesn’t have to grow through too much soil.
Everyday, twice or more times a day we are changing water.
Terry has started the last fields to plant pinto beans, then we have one more field to plant into alfalfa.
The days are long…way into the night right now…but passing fast.
We are making headway…my circle garden in now complete and planted. No longer the derelict western prairie graveyard it WAS looking like. If the seeds grow, fingers crossed it should soften up.
I am thinking it will look sort of like this garden in time.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sunday was a day full of wind, threats of rain and stunning beautiful storms
The mountain ranges surrounding us filled with dark and threatening clouds, dumping either snow or rain, creating an endless series of drama
Even on the sawtooth mountain range of the San Juans…the snow-clad peaks etched needle-sharp against the sky received their share of the storms
Silent forks of dazzling light split the sky on the Uncompahgre Plateau and across the desert between Delta and Grand Junction.
Dull rumbles of thunder boomed in the canyons and hollows of the deserts beyond our farm. Sheet lightening shimmered far, far away threatening to come closer and closer to us.
Although the sky was a stunning crystal blue between the storms; the lightening would light up the plateau like an X Ray.
The air was filled with particles of dirt when the mighty gusts of wind pushed through
The storms raced here and there; composed of energy, and full of sounds echoing through out the sky and the earth
It was actually very beautiful.
We changed the water in both of the corn fields in the rippling, storm-filled spring skies…all of us driven here and there by the wind…shifting to hold ourselves upright and still set and move water.
It was exhilarating, to say the least.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Saturday afternoon Terry and I headed back over to the equipment area to finish ‘re-arranging the implements’ AND to take down the LAST post left over from our corrals.
There it was! The last railroad tie standing!
I was very excited! This is the FINAL railroad tie I need to finish up my new circle garden!
Terry hooked up the chain, I drove the tractor … plop!
There is was…from railroad tie, to corral post; now it’s new life in my yard!
YAY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The mail brought me my new router yesterday. I was so excited. I only had to to clip in this and that and I was good to go!
Not only that, but I was able to finish up all my spring cleaning of the house, get one of the sheds cleaned up, AND I found one more railroad tie….I just need one more and my flower beds will be done!
The sunset last night was exhilarating–echoing loudly within the sky…creating a muted rush within me—making me feel light on my feet.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 