Each Day Brings It’s Own Gifts—Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Posted on November 22, 2017 by Dayphoto

“Each day comes bearing its own gifts. Untie the ribbons.”–Ruth Ann Schabacker

Tally came. We got to have her for three days and two nights

The time went fast for Grandpa and I…

I’m sure, what we saw as shimmering motes of time; specks dancing in the light, passing faster than a heartbeat–

Probably had long-drawn-out-moments for her

But for us…each second seemed to shimmer in the air

Grandchildren are that place in your heart where flowers grow and journeys are short–
They color you heart in shades of color you never knew existed.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Two Gifts…NO! Wait! Three Gifts—-Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Posted on November 21, 2017 by Dayphoto

Terry and I had to go to Grand Junction last week to purchase a few items. While at Home Depot

A man was just coming back from taking his two Macaw Parrots for their daily walk, through the building then a wee trip around the parking lot

It was so much fun meeting these very tame birds. Neither one is tethered to the walker, they sit calmly talking loudly to everyone about everything they see. Then after the wee walk about…they get to go to Sonic and have a CORN DOG!!! Oh! MY! the delight in their little voices when their Dad asked them if they were ready to go to SONIC!!

I enjoyed getting to meet these birds and their human.

Then on the ride home…among the hills and canyons a very faint rainbow appeared.

A day as perfect as anyone could dream!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

In the First Shadows of Early Morning—-Monday, November 20, 2017

Posted on November 20, 2017 by Dayphoto

Early, early Saturday morning we took a ride into the Escalante-Dominquez Wilderness just a few miles from our farm

Map of Dominguez-Escalante National Conservation Area

We wanted to see the new bridge the county put in by The Escalante Cattle Company Ranch and then to find where the old bridge was moved.

Of course Terry didn’t want to take the ‘regular’ road 🙂

Stopping on top of a huge knobby hill we took a walk here and there

Looking upon this land where the shadows seem to dance unfettered

Across timeless vistas

And there below…the Gunnison River moving ever toward the joining of the Colorado River at Grand Junction, Colorado.

Not far from us…just over there….

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Finally Finished—-Sunday, November 19, 2017

Posted on November 19, 2017 by Dayphoto

“Everyone thinks you make mistakes when you are young. But I don’t think we make any fewer when we are grown up.” — Jodi Picoult

Finally…after working a little here and there all late spring, through the summer, and just now finishing in late fall I can finally say “DONE!”

It’s just a kit. But for me and my skills it was a fun evening past time.

I’m also glad it’s finished. That white rose was terribly hard to do with all the different shading and subtle use of color. I (very much) enjoyed the big bold colors of all the other flowers. 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

GHOST!?!—Thursday, November 16, 2017

Posted on November 16, 2017 by Dayphoto

Sometimes the world of dreams is alive and present here in our daily living

That other world is there…spreading ripples through out the air

But we have a tendency discount the presence of a twin world…turning the mist into something more ordinary

Still a look out the corner of your eye catches that ‘something’, which hangs in the alertness of the air

If only…only we would turn quickly enough…if only we looked hard enough…

We could see the wind picking up mundane corn leaves telling us there are others around us….here.

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From my world to your heart,

Linda

Controlled Burn—-Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Posted on November 15, 2017 by Dayphoto

The Forest Service is doing a controlled burn on the Uncompahgre (Un-come-pah-gray with the accent on the gray) Plateau—two days and two nights so far and heading into the third day.

The late western sun creates many stunning colors along the horizon, here, where we live the shadows are long and deep and dark, while in the forest the fires rage. 😦

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Earth Sings—Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Posted on November 14, 2017 by Dayphoto

The earth sings—truly it does

Sometimes the sound is like a cord

Or a warm humming sound

Sometimes the tone is like a gong tolling long and loud and clear

It can be heard in the gusts of wind,

Or in the the swirling falling autumn leaves

Or felt…sometimes the music is sensed in the radiance of the sunlight or moonlight

But always, always bursting into our souls—- if we just stop and listen.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Feather-Light Brushes of Daily Life—November 13, 2017

Posted on November 13, 2017 by Dayphoto

Sunlight and shadow fill the late autumn skies

The days are still soft, warm enough I can let the wood stove go out by three o’clock and the house stays warm until early morning the next day. That winter-cold which slowly seeps into the land is late coming this year.

The relief at not having to fill the grain bins, then unload the grain bins has been palpable. There is always loss at putting the corn in the bin, taking the corn out and the amount of labor eats up any profit. (although WE are the labor)

The days are now filled with fixing fences, or checking fences, or making sure the fences are still up….

Sadly this is hunting season…and always, always we have people who cross over the posted fences to go hunting on our land. If they can’t climb the fence, they WILL cut the fence.

It’s rather disgusting the wanton destruction of property. Sigh!

But, oh well, that is just part of living on our farm. All a person can do is take it in stride–

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Chasing Words—Sunday, November 12, 2017

Posted on November 12, 2017 by Dayphoto

Bringing forth words to convey feelings, or to describe a scene is sometimes …

A bit hard.

Searching my mind for those exact words which project what I’m seeing, feeling, or hearing

Causes me to pause for I wish to show to you the earth, the sky, and capture the feeling in words that is see, hear, and feel

Looking for that perfect word reminds me how limited my vocabulary really is–

To help you see (beyond the photographs) the wind rippling through the corn stalks, or

Or clouds obscuring the sun in the possible threat of rain

Or the golden leaves being pushed off the tree’s branches as the sap slowly descends to the roots

Readying for the long winter’s night. I always think of this time of falling leaves as trees making haste slowly, every so slowly preparing for rest and a pause in breathing

The canal water is now gone. Turned off to winter in the Blue Mesa Dam or clear up at Taylor Reservoir. The silence of the tumbling churning water is as stunning as breaking glass…

For us our work is slowing, but not stopping. The harvests are all in, paychecks will arrive sometime in December.

A whole season of farming from daylight to sunset and sometimes in the deep of night.

The perfect life for Terry and I—

From your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Adventure and Mysteries —-Thursday, November 9, 2017

Posted on November 9, 2017 by Dayphoto

Daily Boomer,

Mindy the cat, and I

(and sometimes Terry) go for a walk about the farm there is always something interesting to see and ponder over. Like…

A scary fire five miles away from us —which is an early burning off of a cornfield

The disturbed ground showing huge footprints

As something very large walked down one of the farm roads. My blood does not sing with the ability to know and understand tracks, but I do know this is a LARGE animal