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
Although,
the tops of the corn look very battered from all the blustering
Sounds on the farm are muffled
Rain!
Beautiful.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Thank you, one and all, for being my blog readers!
I’ve been writing this tiny little blog since 2007. I have enjoyed every minute of it.
Getting to know you, reading and answering your comments, sharing just a little bit about farm life on our farm in the western part of Colorado.
I do appreciate you and Thank you.
From my heart to your heart,
Linda
Everywhere the color of Autumn wraps around us
The yellow, gold, and orange leaves rustle in the wind
The boughs swaying and creaking gently against each other
Murmuring whispers of Good Night, Sweet Dreams
The Owls hoot sleepily as they wake in the treetops,
Love You, Precious Ones…it’s time for rest now.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The Fex Ex truck rolled down our long long lane bringing to me a box all the way from the East Coast, the Southern part of the East Coast.
A military-style jacket, a woolen scarf, a pearl necklace, and a sweet wonderful card.
And the jacket Fits! This is another surprise because Vic has never met me, nor did she ask me what size I wear.
I am humbly Thankful and ever so grateful for such a loving and generous gift.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Here are some of my past hawk photos
There are two hawks here, see the split tail, the same as the one in the above photo
Here is one landing
Now taking off
Trying to get high in the sky because I was there
And my favorite!
My world to your heart,
Linda
But, back before the wet and blustery weather rolled in
I went for a ride-about
I wanted to get a good photo of the hawk(s) who live on our land
Sigh!
I guess I didn’t make it.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
