The unfettered sounds of rushing, dashing, crashing water
Has now passed.
The fresh and heady scent of clean, clear water
Has dwindled down to
To nothing. No more frothing white ice fairies
Or the orchestra of rushing water singing to us
Only the pebbles resting on the bottom, drying slowly in the sun.
The year has come full circle; March the water will be rushing back to fill the canals and our farms. For now, everything waits.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
You evoke this so beautifully Linda. It’s like a poem, in words and images.
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You are kind. Thank you, Juliet
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What a nice way to mark the end of a growing season and prepare for winter,
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The closing down of the water 🙂
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All is quiet for a short time ~ the geese, cranes & other winged friends, coyotes & critters, along with the pumpkin eating deer will keep you company 🙂
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They sure will. As they do you!
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We can never overestimate the importance of water.
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So very true.
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No more water lullabies for now. Kinda sad but, it will return. 💙
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Very sad, but now the cat and dog can play in the canal.
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😁💙
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I would miss it too. I imagine many animals get sips of water from there on occasion.
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You are so right…now they have to go to the Upper End in the forever stream.
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Sure hope the Mountains get snow so you get water next year!
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Me too!
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I think a lot of folks around here still watch for hay cutting, tobacco setting, cutting and hanging and new foals to pass the year marks. To me, out your way, I watch for the water coming and going.
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Yes…that’s the biggest sign of our land.
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Another growing season over …lovely words Linda 🙂
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A time of waiting now.
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