Pages Turn–Sunday, August 2, 2015
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The Sound of Water—Monday, August 3, 2015
Tiny Bits of Magic—Tuesday, August 4, 2015
A Remembrance —Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Nearing the Finish Line—Thursday, August 6, 2015
Nearing the Finish Line—Thursday, August 6, 2015
I finished weeding the gardens last night…just as the sun set and twilight took over.
Now all I have to do is get the house in a good place (for me).
After that — it’s time to just sit back and relax and enjoy our guests!
Oh! Surprisingly I still have Columbines blooming. Usually by this time the heat has caused them to fade, set seed and preparing for next spring. But here they are…big, bold and beautiful!
Off now to finish water the yard and getting the house in place.
Your friend,
Linda
A Remembrance —Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Today is my mother’s birthday. She was born in 1929. She left us five days after her birthday in the year 2000.
The missing never ends for those we love, does it? There have been so many who have gone before. Today…the people of my youth, my blood family, my friend and sister of my heart are all gone. There is only my brother and I. We are two left from many.
Although, we both have children and grandchildren, so the line of life stretches ever onward…and onward the way it should.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Tiny Bits of Magic—Tuesday, August 4, 2015
I’ve been working in my yard…weeding.
I have company coming on Thursday.
I want to get my yard weeded and watered then I will straighten the house. I have the windows washed and the floors mopped anything other than that isn’t going to happen.
These little acts are protection against my worrying about worrying.
A bit of preservation of the mind.
Once they have come, I will not think about those things again. Just enjoy the time together.
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,
Linda
The Sound of Water—Monday, August 3, 2015
The storms are building again. We have had two days of fall like weather…pleasantly cool and moisture filled. As I write this the sun is shining, but the clouds are building over the Uncompahgre Plateau (Un-come-pah-gray, with the accent on the pah). They say we will have heavy rain this afternoon.
Today my daughter and the grandchildren leave for their home in Craig, Colorado. This time (the leaving) always makes me sad. Although, I know in a week or so we will get to have Linkin for a spell. And we will make a short trip to Craig, to take Linky home after our week with her.
The space in-between won’t be THAT long, it just the fact there is a space. I’m sure all you parents out there understand. Of course the children, who have moved away only see this as necessary …. and an adventure.
It’s the leaving part.
I remember my Grandmother standing forlornly in her driveway waving her little hankie, tears in her eyes, (as we would drive away) all those many years ago. And we weren’t going far….
Today I walk a mile in her worn and battered shoes. I will kiss each one good-bye, and wave sadly, but with a brave smile on my face. (I hope), but the sound of water loud in my ears.
Your friend,
Linda
Pages Turn–Sunday, August 2, 2015
When my brother and I grew up, our parents owned a couple of lakes on Grand Mesa. One was the reservoir attached to the orchard, upon which we lived. Another one was a small natural lake above the reservoir, where spring snow melt collected and then was allowed to feed into the reservoir. This one was privately owned by my Mom and Dad.
Over time, my parents moved from Cedaredge, Colorado to Craig, Colorado…the orchard and the attached reservoir went on to other owners, but the small natural lake stayed under my parents ownership.
Pages turn and then become chapters. The chapters open up new and interesting things and ideas and sometimes lead to scary situations. In 2010 a new chapter started for this little lake.
Soon the small beautiful little lake on Grand Mesa, Colorado had a huge enemy made up of men, who had formed a quasi-governmental group, which bought up water to rent to other people in need of shares of water. Because they had purchased so much water they then needed to have lakes in which to store the water.
Mom and Dad’s little lake fell into their greedy sight, which caused me many nights of lost sleep, my brother and I lots of dollars, to try and save the little lake for our prosperity forever.
It was a long slog and a HUGE up-hill battle. Finally the quasi-government of men threatened ’eminent domain’ to take the tiny little natural lake, full of native and (protected) yellow water lilies, surrounded by a gigantic meadow of (protected) peat.
(After cutting the dam and other damaging things— like removing the sign–they did leave the post.)
They had their lawyer call me and say the next step would be in court. I told them to talk to my lawyer not to me.
Serious this whole thing was.
My brother and I decided we could not fight financially (or in court) anymore. So we deeded the beautiful little natural lake to the Forest Service.
I know it’s gone forever from the family, but it’s safe.
No one can tear up the peat bog, or damage the meadow, or rip out the water lilies.
It’s still a lovely little place.
We go up often, taking the grandchildren so they can see and understand that this little lake is a special little lake.
I go, because I know we fought the good fight and it’s safe for ever more.
Your Friend,
Linda
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