The Hummingbirds at Our Feeders—-Wednesday, August 16, 2016

I am so poor at taking photos of the hummingbirds, so I thought I would take a video!

They are a huge delight!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A Great Change Waiting—Tuesday, August 16, 2016

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There is a feel in the air now — a feel of true fall —hovering out there, patiently waiting

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Sliding little chilly fingers into the late night and early dawn

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Testing, testing to see if Summer will push back —

Evening-tide

The moon is almost full; filling the sky with moonshine, so brilliant the silver light reminds me of the sheerest cold of winter

On-a-limb-2We are losing the songbirds, one species at a time.  Leaving us on the wind for warmer climates.

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Still summer sings to me warming my days and early evenings; giving me time to prepare myself for winter’s dreary visit.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

It Goes on for Eternity, Then It Begins Again—–Monday, August 15, 2016

We decided to go visit our daughter, son-in-law and the grandchildren last Thursday.

It was so much fun seeing where they now live and to get and visit the schools and see the town.

Park

There is a dirt bike park across a short way…just perfect for quick rides here and there.

When we got ready to go, Linkin asked, if she could come home with us.

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Lucky us we also got to have her best friend come stay also.  They have been best friends from the first grade of school

Very-Best-FriendsWhen I saw this…………..I just had to take a photo!

Friends

It was just perfect.

Best Friends for ever more…they tell me.

And I believe them!

Love,

Linda

 

 

The Only Way to Live—-Sunday, August 14, 2016

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“There are only two ways to live your life.

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One is as though nothing is a miracle.

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The other is as though everything is.”

Rainbow-4Albert Einstein

Rainbow-5Thursday evening was such a day

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We followed rainbows

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All the way home!

Linda

Watch with Glittering Eyes—Thursday, August 11, 2016

“Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places.”–Roald Dahl

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Going out to change the water last evening (just before another storm rolled in) I saw this amazing light formation.

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Does anyone reading this know what it might be called?  I did a search on the internet, but drew a blank.

The storm was in the west and this was in the east.

Any help will be appreciated it.

It was stunning, to say the least.

Love,

Linda

Calmness Taps me Softly—-Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Storm-CloudsComing in from the early morning irrigation…it was like looking into a dream–

Morning-RainbowA light summer rain moving away from us, fingers of light splashing across the fields, stroking the Uncompahgre Plateau…the air thick with ozone, the sky it’s very own arch of prism light.

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Bird song filling the air, drowning out everything, but my pulse.

The earth, the sky, plants and water surrounding me — touching me gently.

How blessed I am!

From my world to your heart!

Linda

Crop Report—-Tuesday, August 9, 2016

We had rain and thunder storms off and on yesterday, but today (so far) it feel all warm and sunny.

Today I must go out and weed!  All this lovely wet weather has brought on bloom’s, weeds and the feeling of Fall.

Starting-to-ripen

The pinto beans are starting to get ripe.  The yellow leaves are an indication.  We will still keep watering them, as the beans in the pods need to fill out and swell the pods.  Harvest looks like sometimes in September.  But only time will tell.

Ripeing-cornThe corn is starting fill out also—kernels are in the milk.   Then they will be in the dough, after, which,  it will be time to take the water off and let the corn dry down.

This is NOT sweet corn, but the corn you have for corn meal, cereal, and animal food.

On-the-ditch-bankAlthough, we are just starting the month of August the days feels more like September here. We are seeing weeds maturing like they usually do in September, and other weeds, which only start to grow the last part of August in full maturity.

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(Storm over Grand Mesa)

It makes Terry and I wonder if we are going to have a early fall.  Although, we could have a early freeze and then a long warmish fall, before winter actually sets in.

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I guess only time will tell.  Until then I’m going to enjoy every bit of summer we have left!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

 

After the Storms—-Monday, August 8, 2016

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After the storms

Night-SkyThe air has that feel of refreshment, joy, excitement; a party, of sorts, before the heat comes roaring back.

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The birds call to one another…high and sweet

The day's beginningThe morning air; wild and clean makes one’s soul leap with urgency

My-yardThe plants are rested— they whisper to one another and to us, if we will just listen.

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They sing of the earth; sharing it’s boundless joy.

Painted-Sky-4From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

Half-Ghosts—-Sunday, August 7, 2016

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We have had rain, lots and lots of beautiful wonderful rain.  No wind, just rain, everything is soaked and laying flat from the rain…but we are not complaining.

Flood1Friday was my Mother’s birthday. If she were still alive she would be 87 years old.  All that day I kept missing her.

Sometimes the rain felt like cold tears from heaven.

Flood-2  I think part of the reason is we have had too many animals deaths this year…first Balou

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Then Molly Dog

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And, of course Monkey our cat, and Hank the grandchildren’s dog.

Death is like a cold shadow; a cloud passing over head…sudden in its appearance, then passing quickly on.

Flood 3Out of the corner of my eye, all throughout the day I caught swisp of visions…Momma in her garden, Momma laughing…the tail of one her cats she loved, moving just ahead of her…just things…long known, now gone.

Like smoke, everything was like smoke…tangible and real, but fading quickly.

I look at all these little gifts —these half-ghost memories of my Mother as small blessings.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-My Buddy, My Friend

Tallie-and-PuffYou were one of a kind, my friend!

Hank-PuffHank Puff Marshmallow McCormick

2008-2016

I will miss you forever!

Boomer