“Autumn spun in twilight’s hour,
Golden leaves glowing,
her soul empowered.”—Angie Weiland-Crosby
Although this wasn’t taken in the evening, I had walked outside in the morning to gather up more firewood; looking toward the west.
There was the early morning sunlight lighting up the Roubidoux Canyon. (It lies a wee bit beyond the edge of our farm.)
Glorious!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Go outside! No matter where you live—look up, look down, and become one with what you see!
Once you are there. Once you see. Once you experience. Give Thanks to your God(s) for you are truly blessed.
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”–L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Terry and I spent Friday evening and Saturday morning watching Tallin, our youngest grandchild play volleyball.
After yummy food for lunch, Terry and I took her to the Colorado Mesa University Volleyball game— they won.
Afterward, we had ICE CREAM!
Two special days
“Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.” John Lennon
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sing your own song! Sing it softly, or loudly, but, make it your own. Then those who have ears to hear will have eyes to see your heart!
Rejoicing!
“There is magic in the night when pumpkins glow by moonlight.”–Unknown
From my heart to your heart,
Linda
Chapter 10, Now What?!!!
“Now what!!?” I looked at Boo Berry, “Now what do we do?”
Boo Berry just looked at me with huge, huge, bug eyes and started shaking and shivering.
“You are helpless,” I said.
“No, I’m not, but I’ve never lived where a big storm could come and get me. I lived the first three years of my life in a small cage with a blanket for a bed and no windows. I have only experienced storms HERE! With you and Mom and Dad!! And Mom or Dad or both of them are always here with us. I have never had this happen before ever! “ Boo Berry explained.
I just looked at her. Shook my head in sad dis-belief, and walked over to the kitchen window.
With a graceful leap I placed myself on the ledge of the kitchen window.
Suddenly my tail bushed way out and the fur on my back started raising way up.
“What do you see out there?” Boo Berry asked me.
“Nothing.” I replied. Blue skies, a few very fast moving clouds, and wind. Not the over-the-top kind of wind that took out the willow tree branch but a kinda wind I really don’t like being in. The kind that ruffles up you fur, if you know what I mean.” I explained to Boo Berry.
Nothing. But my tail says there IS something, I mused to myself.
“Maybe we can see something upstairs. If you look out the bed window and I look out the office window maybe we will understand what your tail is trying to tell us.” Boo Berry suggested.
“Sounds like a plan!” I jumped down out the kitchen window and raced as hard and fast as I could through the house to the stairs, Boo Berry just behind me eating my dust.
Quickly I jumped onto the bed, then up onto the window sill. Turning slightly I saw Boo Berry hop onto the sewing machine chair, then over onto the cedar chest and push her nose against the window trying to see if there is a reason my tail is so bushy.
“What do you see?” I yelled.
“Nothing! Just a lot of fast-moving clouds, the wind moving the leaves around in the tree, and the blue sky starting to grow smaller.”
“Yeah, that’s about what I see also.”
I jumped down, Boo Berry jumped down.
“Now what?” I wondered out loud, “what now?”
While standing at the corner of the alfalfa field and the newly planted alfalfa field, if one turns toward the east and a little to the south those magnificent wonderful San Juan Mountains shine forth.
Today they are full of snow—winter has come for those who live there and water for those whose lakes and streams flow down, down, down.
Silent, beautiful, and full of snow.
(P.S. There is snow on Grand Mesa, and the mountains around Paonia. Snow! Water! Winter!)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Every evening I would check for the comet
…but only clouds filled the sky. I missed anything and everything going on,
Once in a while the clouds would thin and I could see the moon. But the moon always had a moisture ring around it so the hope for rain persisted.
We got mist and sprinkles and nothing more.
At least it got the surface wet.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The wind tells the earth—sing the praises of life and thankfulness to the Heavens.
Sing so the humans on the planet can also hear!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I hope you have a great day!
(Dan and my lovely sister-in-law, Cloudy/Yun)
Love you!
From my heart,
Linda
That brings such joy to one’s heart, a big silent cry of pleasure!
There is a feeling that the feeling of delight will always and forever be with you.
Always!
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”–W.B. Yeats
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 