Everything and everyone is a part of a pattern
Although, if taken separately they seem disconnected
Each tiny piece streaming through space and time
Filling our senses with wonder
And a sweet little message which says: We are all one.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Terry is out cutting the second field of alfalfa, one more to cut after this one. Then we wait for it to dry, so Terry can bale it.
The waning days of Summer are here, at least where we live and farm
There is still time to enjoy the warmth of the day and the cool of the evening.
And August’s full moon, as it scuds through the early morning sky
I love how moonlight feels—a brilliant bright flow of silver
Etched in shadows of corn or tree leaves or branches. Always lovely.
Sometimes covered in clouds,
Sometimes not, there is no heat to the Moon; just a shimmer of silver flooding the earth and everyone on it.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Terry got the conditioner fixed
the swather all re-conditioned and put back together
The hot and jagged Summer days are waning now
The days starting to grow shorter, the sky taking on a different feel, although the sun is still strong. Strong enough to MAKE HAY!
The third cutting of hay signals the end of Summer. (although, it will take a few weeks to get true fall).
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
This is not a painting, but a photo at just the right moment in time.
A gift, most rare and beautiful.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
All us Summer folks, the Summer Songbirds, the bees, the flowers, and me
Not to mention the trees
Are feeling like we made the turn
The turn into Fall, or Autumn, or the dying of Summer, after all our rain.
The leaves are starting to turn
The air is a tad cooler in the early morning
It got down to 42*f (5.5c) the day of our largest rain
50*f (10c) Saturday morning
The sky is sometimes blue, then filling with smoke again, followed by random showers of rain.
Although I like (Spring) and Autumn— I love Summer!
Terry says this cooler weather
Is just PERFECT! 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The Blue Skies came back…Blue Skies in the middle of the sky, which was ever so lovely
The conditioner on the swather broke–the conditioner is where the cut alfalfa is rolled up to crip the stems (so they can dry) and then gathered together to lay in lovely neat rows for the baler.
So, I was helping Terry move the conditioner to the shop where he could repair it
when I looked down and saw a rock the tractor just drove over.
It was a HEART! The tractor broke it! Sometimes the load is just too heavy, even for a rock.
It is now home in my Rock Garden, put together (sorta) resting with all the hearts I have living there.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I have been a tad depressed, or anxious, or something lately
I have finally decided it is because of the smoke enveloping everything
Although, the wind does thin the smoke randomly giving us a taste of Blue
The smoke is still there engulfing us randomly
It was while we were up at the Upper End, I looked down at a most unusual Rock
It was a heart!
The Earth, our farm, the Universe telling me–Don’t dispair, All is not lost, joy has not vanished.
I brought it home to live with my other ‘found’ hearts. 🙂
Sometimes we need little reminders, don’t we?
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Skies like these are a distant memory, anymore
This is what our skies look like
Most of the time…smoke sinking into each and everything
Sometimes a tad worse than other times
Once in a while, a slight breeze lightens the smoke
But, more often than not, the sun is stained dazzlingly red, red, red
As it sinks below the edge of the Uncompahgre Plateau.
We so need rain.
As does every place else in the dry, combusting west.
Sigh,
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Tra-la-la-la, hum, just skipping along
OH! MY! GOODNESS!
RUN!!!!
Life on a Colorado Farm,
Linda
It is ever so much fun to open my email and find a wee gift:
“Hello!
Life on a Colorado Farm 