That Bright Curtain of Sunlight—Thursday, May 3, 2018

Posted on May 3, 2018 by Dayphoto

This is an old story. Not ancient, but one of those stories which keeps repeating itself until the mind and body feels exhausted.

We are so cold here I actually have a fire in the wood stove again. What an oddity, but a fact.

We keep having amazingly nasty weather this spring. Wind…mighty wind, huge amounts of wind that sock you right in the face and blow around things even tightly fastened.

Then lots of cold gray clouds full of moisture, which never really drops on our part of the world. It rained in town one day, and just down the road a mile, but only got the ground wet here.

Wet works for it cleans up the air and refreshing the plants.

But for a second, on the morning of May 1,…before all the clouds amassing over the plateau become thicker and thicker — pushed along to cover the whole of the sky.

There is was…a miracle of golden morning light, shadows shafting across the rich green alfalfa field…and I was outside basking in that spill of light and shadows.

Lucky me!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Today is the 74th Birthday—-Wednesday, May 2, 1944

Posted on May 2, 2018 by Dayphoto

Today is Terry’s 74th birthday!

On every birthday Terry’s father would tell the tale of how obliging Terry was at birth.

For you see Terry’s parents, Jack and Marjorie Brown had a dairy not far from where we live now…just about three miles away.

Diary’s never take care of themselves. You can’t put them on automatic to run until you can get back to them. The cows needed to be fed and milk on clockwork basis.

Morning and evening. Fed. The milk hauled into the milk cooler, then swirled and swirled until cooled waiting for the huge semi to come deliver it to bottling plant.

Like all first-time babies (Terry is the oldest of a brother and a sister) he took his time all through the long night, until….

the sky started to lighten and the need to get to the dairy started to strengthen in Jack.

You see Jack ran the dairy all by himself, he was a one-man dairy farmer.

Then right on time. In the most perfect of wondrous ways, the new little boy arrived in the world.

All obliging.

“So I could go milk right on time.” Jack would announce.

Every year, on each and every Birthday. [Jack passed on several years ago]. just as the sky starts to lighten Terry always says: ” Now, Dad. It’s almost time.” And I always say “Happy Birthday, You gave your Dad a perfect gift and he gave you your life.”

We always feel most grateful, Terry and I!

Happy Birthday, my husband. 74 years and still farm’n!

Love you,

Linda

Heaven’s Winds —- Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Posted on May 1, 2018 by Dayphoto

The wind has been rather rough here of late. Days of high winds and cold weather.

Still the fragile fruit trees are blooming…bursting forth in masses of blooms in hopes of having fruit.

The wind is armed with cruel arrows of 20 m.p.h. to 40 m.p.h. bursts trying to shatter and scatter the blooms.

Now, today, it’s cold. Windy and cold.

The little birds sit in pairs trying to keep warm.

Still the work goes on. Early morning to late at night. The spring sunlight breathing cold with the wind, but stunning in the sky.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

April’s Full and Shinning Moon —- Monday, April 30, 2018

Posted on April 30, 2018 by Dayphoto

The moon, that beautiful wonderful moon, has been just stunning the last couple of nights.

As we come in from setting the water for the last time of the day, the moon stands clear and full shinning it’s light so white and pure

Gradually the clouds start filling the sky…frosting the moon’s light

By the time the moon starts to set the clouds are growing thicker

Still the moon’s light spreads a wee glow within the clouds

Until completely covered and blurred to our eyes.

The music of the moon sings loud and clear…like a voice in the dark.

Photo by Shannon Brown—Paonia, Colorado

Like a dream.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Stand Right There Wherever You Are—-Sunday, April, 29, 2018

Posted on April 29, 2018 by Dayphoto

STOP!

Right THERE!

And lift up your eyes

Rejoice in the everyday

Sing songs to the sun

And sing to the everyday commonness of [your] daily lives.

“Still, what I want in my life

is to be willing

to be dazzled—

to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even

to float a little

above this difficult world.”

― Mary Oliver

From my world to your heart,

Linda

When It’s Over—-Thursday, April 26, 2018

Posted on April 26, 2018 by Dayphoto

I know this is rather morbid, but I can’t help it.

For some reason that is where I am today.

Pondering life and being alive.

I woke from bad dreams, after three nights of restless sleep, or sleep so sound my arms and knees were asleep and I woke suddenly thinking something was very wrong with me. VERY WRONG! Wake UP! Now!

Jerking awake I realized those foreign things call arms and legs were almost useless, which caused me to panic.

Then, I when I am fully awake and realize it was just the fact I had slept too hard and too long in one spot; nothing to be alarmed over. I had to sigh with relief.

Still…I find that today I am pondering being alive–maybe I have been for a spell. But today it is in full force.

Then I found this poem, by Mary Oliver, and realized others go through this phase also…at least once in their life.

“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life

I was a bride married to amazement.

I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don’t want to wonder

if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,

or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”

― Mary Oliver

I think leaving this world would/will be hard. There is so much beauty here, so much excitement in everyday living, so much joy in absorbing every moment of every second, that (if I had to explain Heaven) I sometimes wonder if Heaven really is here on earth.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Life Up Your Hearts and Sing!!—-Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Posted on April 25, 2018 by Dayphoto

The joy of these warm, spring days is such a blessing. Although,

When we had rain showers even the earth raises up and sings the praises of the changes of the seasons.

As we start water on each and every field the soil sings — even to the point you can smell the earth in jubilation.

“Listen–are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?”

― Mary Oliver

So lift up your hearts and sing to the joy of the new seasons changing, where ever it is that your home abides.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Fine Spring Day—-Tuesday, April 23, 2018

Posted on April 24, 2018 by Dayphoto

We started water on the pinto bean field. I always enjoy the opening up of a new field. Although, the work of bringing out the siphon tubes, setting them up, and then getting them started can be a wee bit taxing.

It’s always worth every little bit of extra effort in the long-run.

These marvelous spring days, make my heart and soul and my mind leap for joy.

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?”

― Mary Oliver

My plan?

My plan is to enjoy every second of every minute which is left to me out here on the wild and beautiful world we call earth.

How about you?

From my world to your heart,

Linda

So In Keeping with the Theme of CLEANING UP STUFF—-Monday, April 23, 2018

Posted on April 23, 2018 by Dayphoto

While Terry was off doing something important on the farm, somewhere….I decided it was time to clean up the TRASH pile. This is the spot where we throw stuff to be sorted later…something that Might have a value i.e., meaning be used again some how.

It had grown to magnificent proportions…flowing not only into my flower beds, but way out into the road and towering enough I was afraid it might topple.

I cleaned and sorted, placed copper in tubs, put steel together, tin together, wire together, rust together…then had Terry look everything over.

After he was satisfied with the fact there was nothing there but junk. We loaded up the pick-up, strapped everything down and headed to the dump. In our case The Adobe Landfill—-calling it a dump is so —gauche (lacking grace 🙂 ).

Sometimes I’m stunned at the amount of trash, we as a people can collect. And here in our dump/landfill no scavenging is allowed. So the trash all stays right here. Covered up in the hopes it will eventually over-time rot.

A mountain(s) of trash.

Although, I AM grateful for these landfills–when I was a child, and even when my children were young—-even though there was a city/county dump—some people would go out and ‘dump’ their trash just any old place…out of site out of mind. Today actions like that are illegal, which is a good thing.