One evening this week the sun slid behind the Uncompahgre Plateau painting the sky over Grand Mesa shades of apricot and peach
While Boomer, Romeo, and I took a wee walk
to take Romey back to his barn (I left Mindy in the house toasting by the wood stove.)
Gradually the shadows blanketed the farm and the air started to crisp
On the way back I heard my named whispered faintly in the wind, calling me…calling me
I thought about that…hearing my name in the wind— finally deciding it really wasn’t a very lonely sound, or something to shatter a heart.
Boomer and I walked home in the evening’s silver puffs of air me thinking how much I love this earth we call home.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
If our evening skies looked like that I would never come inside.
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I felt like I was looking at a bowl of orange sherbert, it was so lovely!
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Beautiful! It takes such awareness to really see the path you walk everyday ~ and your’s is so beautiful.
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You are I are very lucky…you in the forest, me on a farm
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Wow, that second sky shot, with the blue. That is just breathtaking…
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Sometimes I am truly amazed at the beauty of the sky…amazed.
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I love how you’re looking up at your mama, B. What a look of love and happiness!
Love and licks,
Cupcake
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I do love doing EVERYTHING with her…I am her shadow Beagle! Boomer
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pretty sky! 🙂
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I was amazing!
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Amen.
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We are blessed, you and I
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Great pics of your special place Linda .. Ah Boomer loves you.
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He is a good friend!
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