Happy 4th Day of July—Thursday, The Day of America’s Independence

A wonderous celebration of Freedom.  I am so grateful to be so blessed.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

To See When One isn’t Looking —- Wednesday, July 3, 2019

I like to stand outside and hear the wind speak

Although, I even like to stand outside on the ditch bank and look at the sun

Or stare at the sun when he isn’t looking at me

I enjoy the immensity of the air, the liquidness of the moisture turned into fluff

I like to see the earth when it green and so full of life

Or the joy of all living things as they move throughout the day

I always feel that the gift of more time

Here on the face of the earth—

Is such an amazing present.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

The Sun, That Sky—Makes Me Sing Hallelujah — Tuesday, July 2, 2019

The sky has been just wonderful the last few days

The colors swirling and dancing as the sun rises and sets

Storms building up on a daily basis

Bringing thunder, lightning, and raindrops

Then the wind shifts the clouds moving them into swirls of patterns

So the light breaks through them and seems to actually shimmer

Sometimes cooling us down to a feeling like Fall is soon to happen.

Still the sky, the sun, the moon, the wind

All murmur in huge [brilliant] voices

Come outside and be with me

Let me fill your mind, and soul and all the shades of your heart

For the Time is swiftly passing.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

Floating on the Wind — Monday, July 1, 2019

Here we are on the first day of July

This season is going fast…this season of warm, green things, and glowing sun

Spring, Summer, Fall always seems to speed by


The older I get the more I want to hang on to these seasons

Although for Terry, he enjoys winter the most.

So, for me, I will relish these

Wondrous warm days

With back-bending weeding, mowing of the lawn and the always, always watering

I will enjoy the tantalizing and

and seductive skies

the subtle scents the fill the days

And the nights.

From My world to Your heart,

Linda

I Asked Terry—Sunday, June 30, 2019

If he missed farming

He said no.

That he still had lots to do out on the outer reaches, the edges of the farm

 

The pastures are easier to keep and the management of the pastures is much less time consuming, (those little round dots were the bugs flying in the air as we drove through the pasture–I was hoping to get them on camera, but they only showed up as dots.)

But here is a little thing I notice

Ever so often, in a random sort of way

He talks about what he wants to plant next year…

Which fields will hold corn, what field will be a new alfalfa field

So I wonder…is there longing or planning going on.

Either way works for me.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

In One Beat of the Heart — Thursday, June 26, 2019

High in the sky

In a flash of feathers

 

Appearing and disappearing, emerging solid and larger than life

 

Dipping closer and closer

was the sad fact for the little chipmunk, but a necessary lunch in the of the circle of life.

Sigh.

From my world to yours,

Linda

Ruffles in the Air — Wednesday, June 26, 2019

This Red-winged Blackbird was in such a hurry to get away from me I got to see each and every feather as he jolted into the sky

In fresh pale air, I saw little dangling feet

I love to hear this little quail calling, calling —a Gambel’s Quail

Their voices like ruffled water

The flight so effortless to birds, so fascinating to me

When watering our lawn the birds come in flocks to thin out the worm population

A tiny little Killdeer lingering as I walk by

Summer bounty in birds

And of course more feet…and wings

The flash of feathers

Among the soughing Red-stemmed grass, in the beautiful small beating heart, of the feathered and winged world.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

What You Hear in the Heart — Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Way back in the First Grade our granddaughter and Ellie became the very best of friends.

Then our granddaughter and her family moved, first to Craig, Colorado and now to Parachute, Colorado.

Over time, their friendship never really changed.  Sure, for a wee spell it looked like they were drifting away…because, after all, you do need friends to carry you on.

In the vast span of their (in reality) short lives

Their friendship has not changed. Only grown warmer and lengthened to include their experiences in different towns and schools, yet still circling their hearts with smiles for each other.

Truly friends for life.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

In a Roar of Rolling Thunder —- Monday, June 25, 2019

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(Photo by the Ute Trails Car Club)

The Ute Trails Car Club met at Hotchkiss City Market yesterday at noon, for a cruise to Hermit’s Rest on the Crawford side of the Black Canyon

Right at noon, we all headed out…it was impressive to hear the cars come to life and to watch the cars in front of us leading the way to the meeting site.

The place was cool/cold, but stunning in its beauty

Although, the air stopped just short of being visible while one talked

(Photo by the Ute Trails Car Club)

the company we were keeping was light, happy and warm

It’s at places like this one knows we truly live in the Rocky Mountains.

Anyway head on over the FaceBook page to see more photos

(Photo by the Ute Trails Car Club)

They got many wonderful photos of everyone’s car and activities.

And if anyone lives in the area of Delta or Montrose county and has a cool collector car you are welcome to join.  It only costs $10, no matter how many cars you own.  And there are really neat things to do.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

I Ran Across These Photos a Day or So Ago —– Sunday, June 23, 2019

I had to smile great big at this little series of photos for a long time ago

Grandpa was holding Blade and baby Tally

He speaks to Tally who looks at him in a very puzzled way

Then Grandpa looks up at something.  Blade peaks around the blanket; Tally is WIDE-EYED at Grandpa

Blade covers up his head, Grandpa looks rather content, but baby Tally looks at me just stunned!

I’m sorry but I had to laugh out loud at this little series of photos!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda