Soft Echoes in the Air —-Thursday, January 17, 2019

, A cloud sat down on the farm today…it was lovely and beautiful

Making sounds soft and close; the feeling tranquil

And just so you know…there is always one!

Yep..always.  And she can jump an electric fence just like it isn’t even there, not even touching the toe of her hoof on the wire.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

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The Sky is Gray and Sparkling with Snow Flakes—-Wednesday, January 16, 2019

 

It’s been way too muddy to get out on the farm and check for babies calves

Although, Terry did go out early, early one morning (while everything was frozen) to check and also see how the feed was holding up

He reported there are no calves yet and the food is holding…

It’s snowing here today.  The sky is all gray and full of big fat flakes

We are moving between snow and partial melt, which makes MUD, back to snow

Which I know is good for the soil, the plants, the big trees — and it IS January after all.

And for something rather fun…the Great Horned Owls are back…they winter here and raise their little owlets.  Our daughter, who lives just across the field from us, was able to capture one of the Owls resting on the old, old apricot tree with her cell phone.

Now, how cool is that!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Milestones—Tuesday, January 15, 2019

After all the wonderful words and birthday wishes

I have decided to IGNORE the fact I am 70!

After all, Terry doesn’t think of himself as elderly but keeps on keeping on as if he is still 50

And the fur children who live with us reach out to each and every moment

Joy a true gift, which was my word for being 69 last year!

So onward we go…passing milestones and turning them into memories

And throwing out thoughts of “Old” letting that word blow away in the wind

And gathering to myself those precious moments, which gift us with magic.

If we only stop and see!

Magic…my word for the year!

Love you, My friends,

Linda

 

Today I am 70—Monday, January 14, 2019

Today I am 70…I have seen a decided change in my physical appearance these last few months

A surprise when I actually “LOOK” at myself and not just glance or see one thing, like what is my hair doing.

I suppose I am now elderly…but my mind, my heart, and my soul doesn’t seem to realize it

I still feel young.

Although, there is a slowing down I didn’t seem to have this summer.

But everything is all good…I am glad to be alive, in good health.

My word I have chosen for this year is Magic…and, for certain and sure…being 70 is a very nice form of magic.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

Everything Normal for January — Sunday, January 13, 2019

Each day is a typical January day for our part of the high desert plains of Colorado

We were in the slush and slog of a quiet winter melt

When Saturday morning we woke up to a wee lovely snow

Enough Terry thought he would take a small ride down the long, long lane to the county road

Beaglie and I went for walk up the farm to the haystack are and back

Later in the afternoon, the sun came out and what was once a snow-packed road became a road of melt

The result by the ending of the day…we were back to  MELT!!  (Mud)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Gift from All the Saints and Even the Fairies—Thursday, January 10, 2019

Wings!  I just love those marvelous feathery wings

Terry and I were driving home last evening, from town, when we thought to take the route through the Confluence Park

We were just in time for the Canada Geese to come winging in for the night

It was poetry in action—a form of music after a long day

The geese were singing in thrilling cords, announcing their arrival, lapsing into small jagged sounds as they landed dragging their feet to stop; hushing whispery sounds as they jockeyed for spots on the mostly frozen lake

The air was thrumming with the sound of wings, and cheerful calls from one to another.

We were delighted to share the evening with the geese and a massive red sunset.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

The Crunch of Snow and the Slush of Melt —- Wednesday, January 9, 2019

(This is an old photo from the last melt two weeks ago, but I loved the colors)

It’s melting here…great swaths of earth now call MUD forming here there and everywhere

It is the season of MUD!

But I am thinking it won’t last.  This, after all, it is January.

There are several more weeks to go until March

But for a short spell, I will enjoy this small melt

Wipe up the mud and water as we come into the house

And continue to count the days until the new season of farming starts.

(These photos of snow and birds were taken three days ago…we are melting fast)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Prospect of a New Day— Tuesday, January 8, 2019

“I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.”—J.B. Priestley

I love the blaze of light which gathers just before night creeps up onto the land

The collapse of the day

The colors only are seen at the beginning of the day or at the ending

The sky turning into the color of blueberry ice cream/ turning the earth the same color

Sometimes there are no masses of clouds defined with rays of sunshine

Or the clouds are so thin that the shafts of light seem misty and blurry

Sunrise can be so stunningly amazing that the trees seem like black shadows

Until the sun becomes high enough in the sky the dark silhouettes fade away

Then there is that golden light…a light there really isn’t words to explain the beauty

Just being outside, in that glory-filled light is really quite peaceful.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

Spirit is All —- Monday, January 7, 2019

For I believe everything….and I do mean everything has a life and a soul and a purpose here on earth

And each and everything has a relationship with us…

Even if we can’t see, feel, or understand the relationship.

So often the human population walks around completely deaf and blind to the complete world surrounding us.

But once we understand that our lives are more

And made up of greater or additional things besides brick and mortar, food and the eating of food, or drink and the entertainment of such

We start to understand that we are all connected to each and every living thing through the essence of ‘ourselves.’

Everything on this earth (and maybe our Universe) are right there at the edges of our dreams

Living complete and mysterious lives so beautiful and wonderful it boggles the mind.

BUT

Once you see and acknowledge the magic of our earth something inside you changes

And you start to receive little gifts…little insights

And promises of a return to that time of innocence

Called youth.

Very humbly from my heart to your world,

Linda

Back Before the Snow—-Sunday, January 6, 2019

In my daily walk, I took photos of the SOON TO BE MOMMA cows

Anytime now

SOON!

Since it snowed…

I have been really diligent to be on the watch for newborns…

 

So far nothing.  But when We have some I will Let You Know!!!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda