We are working daily (still)
Three loads of wood a day
Back and forth
Cut, load, stack, cut load, stack
The Pile is Shrinking
It’s starting to look different (this is before)
This is now. We are more than 1/2 way done
Slow and steady, slow and steady
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Tuesday Morning, we woke up in a lovely cloud
The air dense and thick; all sounds muffled even unto silence
Creating a twilight land
I enjoyed walking about in the beguiling silent-fog filled light
What a soothing way to start the day.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The email this morning from Kate was a blessing in the form of an amazing wondrous gift, in dark clouds boiling in a dark sky, where heavy rains fell.
I enjoy the walk back to the house from taking care of our two silly hens
The winter light seems to give a glow to our home
Even when the sun is not shining, with snow clouds brooding, the sky is filled with delightful winter birds
The dying day still has echos of warmth glowing from inside to out
Even after the biting wind and great gusts of pelting snowflakes leave the air brittle and full of ice; the calmness and quietude glimmers in the air.
From my very cold, (but not much snow) world, to your heart,
Linda
Held captive as a HUGE Heart
Terry freed it to become TWO hearts made of pine.
I have moved them to my Heart garden where their brilliance will burst forth; caressing the plants and our souls.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The farm has a peaceful feeling. The cows calmly feeding
The early morning sky gradually drying the glistening frost
The only true sounds which MIGHT be cacophonous — the large winter birds in the sky
I, actually, love hearing them calling to each other — I always call to them myself, inviting them to stay with us. They would be safe here. The cows would protect them.
They are beams of brilliant color and sounds rippling through the air
Peaceful…the light dwindling into a dim afterglow
A secret formula of magic spoken to us from God
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I had just locked the gate —the one which keeps the cows on their side of the fence
Following Terry in the pick-up with our last load of cut firewood for the day,
When, I looked down, did a double-take, took out my camera
For I had found another, wee gift from the earth.
No, it was not an Elf Bolt, nor a snake stone,
Nor was it a wraith stone (The Wraith Stone is an ancient artifact that was discovered by Amanda Evert. It was used by her to save her life when she was trapped inside a tomb in Paraíso, .— Raiders of the Lost Ark)
Nor was it an Eagle Stone
My heart was beating fast…I flipped it over it stayed a heart.
A wonderful jolt of love from the Earth to me and to you.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
As we moved through the pile of logs, cutting, loading cutting, rolling the big ones out the way
So we could split them. I noticed (when I took off that Aspen log sitting on top of that HUGE pine stump)
That it was a HEART!
Terry said he would cut it into manageable pieces —-two for sure, maybe three
After which, I will load up and haul to my gardens where it will grace our yard through the long and bitterly cold winter, into the thick and lush Spring and Summer and its elegance will enhance the brilliant Autumn days.
A Heart Log!
A special gift!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Remember this?
Three times a day—once in the morning
Two times in the afternoon
We cut
Split
Stack
Cut
Haul from the pile to the pile
It’s starting to go down.
And we have help!
(2/3s to go. A little bit every day. Until done.)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The day was sliding toward evening when I saw this amazing gift.
A hawk flying over-head its shadow gifted on the shed door!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
