Although some could say there is emptiness in the last part of the day, I feel like the sunset brings all the fragments of the day together with a joyful shout of HAPPINESS!!
Now, onward to rest!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
This time of year the day doesn’t last long.
I feel the loss as it slips over my skin (brrr) and into my eyes
Valentily it shines—-as it nears the Uncompahgre Pleatue— winter is still here. The night will come soon.
“Love is in the air: No, Wait! That is bacon!”–Unknown
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The air is at its warmest from noon until three in the afternoon. At that point, I like to ‘do’ things outside.
Sun and warmth—a very good thing!
May Joy be with you and remain with you every day!
“When it snows, you have two choices: shovel or go sledding.”—Unknown
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s been cold here—just like it has been cold where you are.
Wintertime wind is the worst (to me) part of winter. It seems to gallop through the trees causing the leaves still attached to rattle and shake—reminding us of summer past.
Brrr—it’s cold…But by tomorrow we are to warm up!
I am ready!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Now that I am an advanced age I (too) walk in the steps of those marvelous people who went before me: Chronic, persistent feelings of —is that defeat? Depression? an underlying sadness?
So to overcome those feelings I go outside—looking for the gift that says: You are here, alive and blessed with the joy and wonder of this world.
I always come back inside, feeling warm, happy, and blessed.
“When snow falls, nature listens.”–Antoinette Van Kleef
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s time— we needed to go get another load of firewood–
It’s been cold here. Wind, skiffs of snow—Brrrrrrrrrrr.
The wood is the perfect heat for a nasty winter day!
“How beautiful a day can be when kindness touches it.”–George Elliston, American Journalist
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
My Momma loved children—she would have been an excellent elementary teacher. Instead, she worked as a Secretary for the elementary principal. Which was just as good.
There she is with her Daddy, three uncles, and her great-grandpa.
Anyway, one day (after she retired) she told me, in a sorrowful voice, that sometimes children’s lives are so broken that there really isn’t a way to help them.
I think of that often. Sometimes I run into those adults who have been those very broken children. I think you have also.
Now (as adults) they either become overly protective or abandon those they are responsible for.
Anyway, after years of farm living and farm work and being part of farm life–
I can say with strong conviction—if we treat all our animals right—they can take care of their little ones in a most loving manner.
Yep—we all strive to not break any pieces, ever.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda