The dust has been building for a long-time
The wind picking it up and flinging the tiny bits of soil here and there
In all directions
But Monday
The rains came
Big dark clouds, with light misting of rain on our farm (heavy rains in other parts of our area)
Beautiful phenomenon blessing the land, settling the dust
Creating a warm mist in the air
Freshening the earth, all over again.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I love shadows, they brighten up the sunlight
Cooling down
Even ‘colding’ the earth
They lighten and play across the land
Telling time, if we take (THE TIME) to read them
All through the day, (and even on moonlit nights)
The shadows whisper time
The early morning light (called Dawn) accents the shadows as the sky brightens
Then again, when the sun sets in the west, the shadows emerge growing up from the land instead of retreating, like they do in the morning.
Shadows, never random,
Always present,
Telling time…always
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
When Gray Light Separates the Black Land from the Sky, and the moon is still making its way toward the western edge of the earth
There is a rush to hurry, hurry home.
Hurry, before the farmers/irrigators see you. HURRY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Happy Mother’s Day to each and every one of you
To those who are mothers of humans
Fur and Wool babies
And every single female who makes a nest, which protects and warms hearts near and far.
Love you, ALL!
From my heart to your world,
Linda
In the early morning light —first thing first is the changing of the irrigation water
The last field of corn Terry finished Mormon creasing….(knocking down the dirt over the tops of the little seeds trying to push their way through the soil)
Since the first field has popped up it won’t be long before this field is covered with little green baby corn
In just two or three days’ time! Isn’t nature amazing?
Everything planted now but one field. Just one. And that one will be after the first cutting of hay
Step-by-step the hours’ pass
Moving out of late winter, (when nothing seems to happen and life can be a tedious routine) on we go into early spring; one task leading into another task, now we are in the middle of Spring
With irrigation the constant motion of farm, crops and for the farmer(s) 🙂
Forward into each day–all steps ordered, giving a lightness and freedom to each of us
Perhaps, God—yours and mine and all of ours—whispering loudly for all to hear
Life is Good, Sing Loudly to the Heavens so all can hear!
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Yesterday afternoon,
after a long-long time of pushing and shoving and straining and struggling
The little corn seeds popped out of the ground
All new-born
Filling the land with a strong sense of purpose and the kindly spirit of the corn.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
When we were invited to Grand Mesa to see the magical and eternal shift from winter into spring
We also got to see—Coyotes fishing on Baron Lake
Their spirit was high, joy running through their actions, rolling, tumbling, flipping their food in the air
What a huge delight for us to see! Just huge!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Some of our fields are irrigated by gated pipe
We have two different types of pipe, both are gated.
This means there are little gates cut into the pipe which are opened and closed as needed
The gated pipe sounds like a really nice way to go. No dipping into the water, no setting up of dams..just open or close the gate.
But, even things that seem like a gift in reducing the workload; has its drawbacks.
In this case TRASH!
Trash is a problem in all the ditches, (we have trash cleaners, but sometimes the wind blows in the trash after the trash cleaner has done its work.
Sooooo….here you are looking at a gate all plugged up with trash..stopping the water.
We come along and clean out the trash. Sometimes the trash is a stick or corn cob–those things get really, really, stuck. They are very hard to get out. Gradually, working and working our fingers into the little gate we can break up the item and force it out through the hole.
It takes time, but it can be done.
In a siphon ditch, a person just lifts the trash out with a shovel. 🙂
Happy Monday, Everyone!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sometimes life is like moonlight
Filtering through lovely puffy clouds
Sometimes life is simple Magic— sitting right there on the edge of excitement
Or the sound of a motor within the chatter of bird songs
Or the enthusiastic sound of rushing water in a ditch
More times than not, it is the small everyday things
Which add up to joy.
And the overwhelming daily work
Which is always accomplished
in willing happiness
Happy 76th Birthday! You are amazing!
From my heart to your world,
Linda
The air flooded with light
Shadows rippling through the brilliance
Shadows growing deeper, while all the time sunbeams glitters
Each day we live in sunlight, glowing through leaves, and blossoms of lace.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 