We are gradually moving through the growing season.
The middle of this week we will be cutting the alfalfa (for the second time this year)
The swallows flit and dart through the air searching out bugs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner! Keeping the mosquitoes at bay!
We are still having wind…sometimes a light breeze that stirs the leaves in the garden, sometimes a wind, which whips the branches of the trees, and sometimes a wind we can not see; stirring the clouds causing cloud shadows to move swiftly across our farm
This part of earth is truly full of peace.
All people — well, the majority of people—crave peace.
I find peace here…on this little dab of land…where dreams lift off the earth and rush toward the stars,
The swelling morning sun shouts “WAKE-UP”
And the red blaze of the western sun fills the evening sky.
Mother Earth, Father Sky…the infinite Universe…healer/scryer…the gift of peace.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,