My inner-clock runs on the time
Of Spring, Summer, and Fall
A sort of energy level to match those three seasons…
Winter seems to last FOREVER and 
goes on and on…a season as long as
Those three added together.
Like one great big long continuous season.
Because of that looming frozen time, I try to make the most of this one
Spending as many moments as possible enjoying the riot of color
And the fact I can still wear flip-flops without socks! 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Thursday, I was out and about looking for things of wonder
Watching the insects and bees, enjoying the beauty of the last flowers of the season—
Thinking to myself that Autumn/Fall is earth’s answer to the sky’s gift of rainbows
Checking the bee house (it’s filling up)
And the ladybug house—-nothing there. I don’t really know how a LadyBug house works.
When I looked up into the sky and saw a Sun Dog!
A simple, but very {always} correct announcement, of colder weather coming in three days’ time.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Boomer doesn’t go with Mom and me anymore. He much rather be inside under the covers, resting
Although, he does come outside if the weather is warm.
So, now it is Mom and I…walking in the grey light of early morning. The sky the color of grey and purple
Just Mom and I. At first, I liked it when it was just Mom and me, but I must admit. It feels a little lonely without that beaglie dog.
Mindy Kit-Kat (Min-Min) Brown
The sounds of life
There in the sky, and the deep scurrying sounds of fear rushing through those who live on the land
The sounds rustling in the stillness, if you aren’t listening you can’t hear them
They are there as silent as thought,
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Before I begin my post I want to thank Kate for showing me how to get back to Classic Editor on WordPress! YAY! THANK YOU EVER SO MUCH! KATE!
I love the last details of each and every day!
The stark shadows darkening the farm
The licks of gold and pink highlighting the beauty of the farm
The fiery sun covered in all the nasty smoke, from the tragedies, of all the forest fires
Sometimes the sky such a deep pink, it spreads amazement to all who look and ‘see’
Then gradually the sky grows cooler and the shadows deeper, the night air cooler, then the lights coming on in the house,
Good night, My Friends, Good Night.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
While, out-and-about, looking for things to photograph
I had one of these,
Startle and fly into the air.
I scared the pheasant, but I must admit, it also scared me!
Gradually, breathing again, the land, the pheasant and I returned to normal.
🙂 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
(I hate this new way of writing on WordPress!)
Please excuse the mistakes, but this is taking some getting used to!!
It’s very crisp coolness here, of a morning. Not enough to see your breath, but getting close.
By afternoon, late afternoon, around 5 p.m. it is warm. Nicely so.
We are busy, as always, although, the irrigations are now done.
We are waiting for the corn to dry down before we harvest. It takes time.
Days of warmth, rustling of wind through the stalks, nights of cool to cold.
Many such days…each day passing, each day similar to the day before.
Still, change is taking place, in the air, on the cooling earth, in the glowing light of the sky
Silently changing, silently moving forward.
Always
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We finished up the very last of the irrigation of the alfalfa fields this week
At least we think it will be the last,
The air is dipping into the low thirty’s now
So far the little beagle will go with me, but not always.
And not when it’s chilly cold in the morning or chilly cold in the evening. He makes sure to hide. 🙂
The corn whispers and sighs as we drive through
The shadows stretching long against our farm road —the leaves rippling and clattering softly
The sky dappled with vaporous clouds and the silver moon.
The gloaming baths all of us in amazing light.
October…has arrived.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Honey Bee
Those are bugs flying in the air. All types and varieties
Sparrow in flight
The Barn Swallows left us in one huge swirling swoop
These just think they can fly. 🙂
To have one of these fly up in front of you is to startle you greatly (pheasant)
Not a feathered type of flying, but one that flies, never-the-less
And, yes, this really does fly!
ZOOM!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I love taking photos of the moon
I try to capture the moon whenever possible, even with the wrong camera to pick it up.
I look for the moon in the sky, glistening bright and fresh, bejewelling our earth
Sometimes covered in misty crystals of ice…like frozen cobwebs in the air.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
