When I went to the mailbox the other day I had a package all the way from Chicago, Illinois—
Aquila had sent to me a lovely shawl in the perfect lilac color!
I am most humbly thankful for this amazing present!
Love,
Linda
The Full December Moon rose so fast I didn’t catch it over the Eastern Horizon, until it was very high in the sky.
But there is was…the setting sun splashing color on the frozen mountains, the mist-filled valley’s picking up a little of the color and that Moon!
That moon touching the rose colored sky; a most solitary, magnificent, sight on ice-cold winds.
Stunningly glorious!
From my world to your heart!
Linda
It’s been cloudy here. Thick deep clouds. Sometimes they clear and sometimes not. So I have been unable to get a photo of December’s Full Long Night Moon.
The photos used in this post are old full moon photos, so please forgive. If I can get a current one I will post it.
The full moon for December will occur TOMORROW! Even though the clouds have been thick that wonderful, silver/blue light still flickers through, causing me to dance for joy!
You can be sure that Boomer and I will be out walking in the moonlight! 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sometimes the world outside is black and dreamlike—
Last night the sky was so full of clouds and mist so deep it was hard to find a shadow as Boomer and I walked along early in the morning of today I couldn’t help myself thinking we were walking into another world.
The time was about three o’clock with a chill wind blowing. The feel of rain was in the air.
I stopped by the hay stack yard letting the scent of baled hay fill my senses, reminding me of summer gone by.
Boomer stopped also, sitting at my feet looking out into last year’s pinto bean field a quizzical tip to his head
It was while I was standing there, leaning against the hay stack wagon I felt a shift in the very dark. Suddenly the soft sound of the night was gone.
I stayed very still, Boomer also seemed enchanted into stillness.
Then the feeling vanished, like a shower from a falling star.
Walking back to the house, I stirred up the fire, got back to a nice warm bed; I realized how oddly comforting that space in time had been. For I felt my parents were with me; Daddy put his hand on my shoulder and Momma leaned in an kissed me on my forehead.
Then the veil closed, and they were gone, leaving sadness and peace, all wrapped up as a huge smudged teardrop.
From my world to your heart.
Linda
Terry and I took a wee ride about our town of Delta, Colorado…looking at the decorated houses. Feasting our eyes on color and charm.
The above, very small house, took the spot of Number One on our drive-about. These people adore Christmas and the lights that bring greetings to anyone who passes their abode!
It’s lovely!
Love,
Linda
I think, sometimes, of what could be on the other side of life….
It must be ever more beautiful than here. But the here and now is just so stunningly beautiful it’s hard to imagine.
Dark takes away all sense of perspective for those of us who live in the sunlight
It seems strangely quiet, although there are night sounds, we just don’t hear them in tones of ‘day ears’. The night is full of thick shadows, but the day sky is full of clear light. If we are lucky we can see the soft brilliance of the winging Canada geese.
Just before day fades and night rises up (or just before night is shattered by the rising sun) –there is a time I call — ‘place where time stops’. It happens for just a moment or so, where everything is empty of thought, the soul is soothed–it just takes a second. It is in this spot of time I can I look into something that is a place of peace. If death lies there, in that place, then I too, can say the other side is stunning.
From my world to your heart!
Linda
This morning’s sunrise seemed to dance and shimmer along the eastern horizon—coloring the snow clouds, with a pirouette, of brilliant color.
So different from the brilliance of the setting sun last evening. At that point in time the air smelt of dried corn stalks and the sharp tang of summer brushes (sagebrush, chico, and rabbit), as they each, separately cooled down their sap; making their roots warm, ever so warm to hold them through the winter.
Once more we were blessed with that amazing magical light; lighting up even the most mundane of things—common weeds.
As we walked along, Terry, Boomer, Min-Min cat and I — the air swept through last years plants—we walked on one of the farm roads watching the wind moving in the beginnings of the snow clouds
As the darkness rose up to to meet that stunning descent of yesterday’s sun. We walked back home, pushed along by a bitter wind. What little warmth on the land being quickly sucked up by the coming of the night.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you. Because the greatest secret are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”–Roald Dahl
The light, of late, has been just stunning.
The sky a pearlized blue like the color of an oyster’s pearl.
The air is very chilly
But the light…of that fast setting sun! That marvelous light that spreads across the land!
The clouds so beautiful I feel like I would love to reach up and touch them
First there is the golden shower of sunshine, then the spread of the pink and lavender and apricot!
For a very short time…just a moment really, I live in the center of color.
The center of the setting sun…warm, and comforted, with that burst of true joy, which always comes just before the sun is gone for another day.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Charlotte, from Milan, sent me two photos—-that wonderful golden light—that magical light that comes (sometimes, not always) at the end of the day:
Here is what she wrote: “Thought you might like to see the very
urban version of the same light. It was right in our eyes. I was blissfully blinded by it.
It’s been raining hard for a week so it was so welcome.
This is my mutt Pepe; he was happy too.
Love from Milan,
Charlotte”
What a wonderful gift all the way from Italy!
Thank you so much, Charlotte!
And now this magic light and cute dog are also a gift for you!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Min-Min hunting for those tasty little morsels called MICE!
A raccoon making sure the isn’t something yummy in the trash can
Sammy sitting by the woodstove toasting his fur
And that lovable little beagle looking for things hidden in the grasses.
Out and about…always something to see and do!
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,
Linda
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