We are in the last of what we can do this fall on the building. Terry finished adding in the wood stove this Friday–
While I was helping him, I saw our youngest grandchild matching her Grandfather in time and space—
Then as the chill wind from the Uncompaghre Plateau picked up its normal speed for evening…
We all gathered around the woodstove in the wood working shop.
Outside the the wind gusts whirled across the corn field lifting and swirling last years golden leaves, the winter birds sang their evening song, as they looked for the perfect field to bed down in for the night; the shadows lengthened into the lavender light as the earth cooled.
Shadows filled the building (although there ARE lights); we stayed beside the fire. Grandpa, a little darling granddaughter, Boomer and I…the outside wind sounding like angels wings heralding comforting peace.
From my world to your heart,