Sometimes it happens, the Moon and the Sun arrive at the same point
At opposite ends of the heavens
When that happens we are more than blessed
For the air turns pink, a rose, orange and yellow
But mostly rose and pink
It is a wonderous experience to walk in the light.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
As I was picking up the orange dams, I came across a whole pile of
Wooly worms, all curved up, in a deep sleep
I gathered each one up and walked them over to a pile of wood boards we use off and on in the canals and ditches
There I placed them, one-by-one to sleep away the dark Winter.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A wee walk-about on the farm
Saw a very busy hawk searching, searching
For something to fill his/her tummy.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
While Terry worked on servicing the combine
I took myself out to the farm and started picking up all the siphon tubes
Covering the culverts so no little animal could winter over then drown come Spring
And gathering the orange dams to haul into the barn
Gradually, I made it
The weather was fine and dry, the air cool; still I worked up a sweat.
Gradually, I got to last (and largest) of the alfalfa field when Terry arrived and helped me wrap everything up.
Harvest is nearing.
So exciting!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Terry has been checking the corn…we are getting close now
15%. Maybe next week we can start.
The Elevator only takes it at 14% or below.
Keep your fingers crossed!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A weird cloud moved over the moon
As a thousand stars showered the Earth
From my world to your heart,
LInda
Magic to me is the ordinary to others
The familiar, but marvelous all wrapped up as one.
To me, it is that sweet quick whisper of seeing one of those little creatures who share the farm with us.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s that time of year (again) when all the canals are turned off
Allowing the reservoirs and lakes to start filling again
It’s a lovely but (for me) a tad sad
For that means winter is looming
Still, I gather at the fences and allow the joyful tinkling of the life-giving water
Lifting the energy of my mind,
my spirit and soul.
A marvelous sensation, akin to the beating of God(s) heart!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We are in the waning days of Autumn now,
Beautiful days full of Loud Joyful Expressions
Compared to the soft kind pronouncements of Spring
Each day the music of Fall sings to me;
Filling our dreams with songs of falling leaves
The voice of the God(s)
Gifting us with beautifully adorned trinkets of colors and lights
The daily small treasures of Autumn.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Just before the sun comes up
When the sky is grey and the earth still black
Or when a lovely, wet grey cloud sits down on the land
I can feel the God(s) at work, walking among us
Then as the sun starts arriving–the magic grows stronger and stronger
The first shafts of light trim the horizon; the very air starts singing with the ancient songs of Earth, Wind, and Sky.
My heart, my mind, my soul lifts my personal melody of joy blending into the tingling vibrations surrounding everything.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 