After doing ‘not much’ all day yesterday I decided I had better get to moving and bring the firewood in for the night.
But on my way to the wood pile I felt the tiredness starting to lift from my body, mind and soul
I’m glad I did.
The golden light brightened the frigid air; highlighting the brown and dormant plant life in my yard.
Putting the empty wheelbarrow down Boomer and took off for a wee walk…letting the cold brighten my skin, the fresh air stripped away the warmth of the house, the tiredness which enveloped me from the start of the day until…
I went out for the nights wood supply.
Boomer and I walked a quarter of a mile, not very far, but enough — breathing in the last of the bright blue day, breathing in the gold and rose quarts glow of the coming night. The farm was beautiful in the lavender glow of the twilight sky.
Walking back toward the house the Paonia Mountains picked up that amazing color, the one which makes me feel like I’m looking at the world through rose-colored glasses.
As the day lost it’s hold upon the land, the air picked up into a faint little breeze
And the last dramatic rays of light filled everything and everyone with flush of prefect color called perfection!
From my world to your heart,