A tiny movement of color
Shining like stars amid the flowers
A spirit of air, sunshine and wings
Shimmering in the light like sparkling waves on water
A whisper
On little wings
Love,
Linda
I thought you would like to see where we are in the new building
All done by Terry
And some random help from me—
the would you get me, hand me that, help me lift this up….sort of help.
The real stuff
All created by him!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The horrible fires here in the west
Are wrecking havoc on all the wonderful trees, homes, and lives of people—although the news is not mentioning anything about them.
Our skies tell the story….clouds running thin and high or even slackening veering off to other places … leave only the smoke to color the world
We work under that huge orange orb; evening, noon, and
Morning.
Although, there are no fires right here. There is testiment, in the skies, of the horror others in the west are experiencing.
The sun, like a torch (which it is) throwing masses of color into the air…speaks volumes of the terror stalking those in the burning west.
From my heart to your world.
Linda
On the last day of August we had a thunder storm! The clouds roiled and thundered, but dropped only a smattering of rain.
But we still received a gift of light
Making the sky look like we were in a globed crystal
The light strobed through the dark and dreary cloud, rippling upwards through the raindrops, then grew brighter as it arched through the heavens
A great prism of color! Shouting it’s incredible beauty for anyone who saw!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Single notes, following one by one—
Everyday things are happening… moving soft-footed throughout time, from daylight into nighttime shadows
The bird migrations are in full movement now…less and less attend my hummingbird feeders, most of the spring and summer birds have left; leaving only the Barn Swallows. I dread the day when they rise up in a body of one, dancing all together in the sky…then…gone—leaving behind a stillness a lack of chatter, and a loss, of their busy swooping as they feed.
Our oldest daughter sent to me these two stunning photos she took at her work in Grand Junction, Colorado
In the pause of utter stillness after the storm…Rainbows.
The air is cooling now…everything is starting to beat with single notes; the song of Autumn in the air.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
From a long-time blog reader, Onefly: “This is hard to pinpoint, but it’s 65 miles north of the New Mexico state line and 50 miles north of Trinidad,CO, with Taos,NM 100 miles south west over the wind turbines.”
WOW! Thank you, Onefly!
Linda
We have been having flocks of these little birds; hanging around in the yard and in the corn field.
They don’t seem to eat seeds, since they are leaving the feeders alone.
If anyone knows would you leave a comment in the comment section?
Thank you very much,
Linda
We have now reached a time when we are up WAY before the sun
“Stuff’ starts happening,
just as soon as the first set of water takes place, as the sun peaks over the horizon spreading sunshine like a veil on the night cooled land.
All loaded out hay goes out early before the sharp, brilliant heat bakes into the land
Then the work begins.
Terry and I work on
hanging steel for the walls
of the new building
Of course you do realize it’s mostly Terry that does most the work…although, he assures me he couldn’t get it done if I didn’t help 🙂
Then when the heat is a silent, stabbing pain I work on painting the trim on the house
That way I can move around in the shade! 🙂 I still have the upstairs and the west side and half of the east side and I will be DONE!
Then as the coming dusk fills the sky and the earth (it’s coming earlier now)
It’s time for another set of water
The slice of Moon lighting the sky,
on the very last run to change water, around 10:00 p.m.
This is what we’ve been doing on these early fall days. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We are dry here. Of course it rained and rained all through the third cutting hay 🙂 pretty much how haying season goes. 🙂
But the night air is very mild even cold before the sun comes up in the morning.
Still the plants grow gently larger and larger…waiting for that time called harvest
It won’t be long now until pinto bean harvest….the pods are starting to stripe and the leaves to turn yellow
Terry is watching the crops daily now…checking how hard the corn kernels are becoming, where the pods are on the pinto beans…we still work several times a day with the mountain water irrigating the crops,
The other day a summer storm blew in…not that kind that drops water on the ground, but the kind which drops water toward the earth, BUT dries up BEFORE it hits the ground
Leaving us a Rainbow, in the small silence the phantom raindrops made in the air.
My eyes and my heart reached up from the shadows on the ground — Rainbows always say to me—Good things are sure to come!
From my heart to your world,
Linda
“We are all heroes. We are all helpless. It just depends on the day.”—Brad Meltzer
We got to go to our youngest granddaughter’s soccer game yesterday!
Of course we are the typical doting grandparents
Loving every second sitting out there in the noon day sun!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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