Kagedog sent me this beautiful photograph. She graciously said I could share it with you.
Here is what she wrote to me: ” Doesn’t this kind of look like a Grant Wood painting? :) I took it right before our first snowfall last week. You can see the snow that had already fallen on the Grand Mesa.
I just love it! Thank you, Kagedog!
Your friend,
Linda
Sometimes you wake up and go…”I’m tired of the same-o-same-o. We need to do SOMETHING different!”
Friday was a day like that for Terry and I.
I’ve been painting in our house for the last several weeks…bathroom, bedrooms, front and back porch; plus all the other things we have been getting done in preparation for the corn harvest. Loading up hay for hay customers, winterizing both yards and pumps and well, the list just goes on an on.
Terry looked at me and asked, “Well, what do you want to do? Got any ideas?”
Yes I did! I have been missing Bladen. It was many weeks ago we saw him. He didn’t come for Halloween, because of basketball games that weekend. (And, of course OTHER more interesting things 8th grade boys like to do.)
So we called Misty and asked if we could come up for Blade’s game with Baggs Wyoming. It would be a fast trip as there were hay customers coming the first thing Saturday morning, but we wanted to see everyone for a couple of hours and watch Blade play.
She told us to come on up, but don’t tell the kids…just drive in an surprise them!
So we did!
Three hours up, a few hours there, then three hours back. It was a nice break! Even nicer to get to watch Blade play.
Breaks…they are very good in the scheme of things…seeing family and grandkids…priceless!
Your friend,
Linda
It rained off and on all day yesterday, and way into the night.
We actually woke up to rain. The air rich with the smell of ozone and the dried leaves, corn stalks and ears; now absorbed with water.
Then there came a feel of snow in the air.
Although, the sky was the same leaded gray the air itself had changed. A heaviness and feeling of something different; colder/sharper.
Silence, no small voices of birds or rustling of little creatures, as the crystals in the clouds changed from water to ice.
Then it came, sudden and hushed, flurries of little tiny noiseless flakes, whirling out of the air.
The sun is out now (as I type), the sounds of water returning, running off our metal roof, the snow is melting adding to the mud, flatting the fallen leaves.
The weather people were right. An early winter storm has arrived.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
For a tiny space in time, our daughter and granddaughters came to see us.
The Snow Queen and a Indian also came. (Making a haul of 150 pieces of candy each….sugar high for sure 🙂 )
Best Friends Forever More
The mail would magically appear, without me having to go way down the lane to get it.
The most fun of all, Jason brought up Shannon’s horse
The first time ever chance to ride! Not just once, but many, many times through out the stay.
Priceless!
Linda
Now that we have moved from [my favorite] Daylight Savings Time into the time —- called get up and work in the dark and go home and work in the dark — Mountain Standard Time
The day does not so much dawn
As it just stops being night. A small phenomenon, which will last for a spell. Then we will start getting weak sunsets and weaker sunrises.
And all living things goes on hold, waiting for the lengthening of the daylight.
The weather apps say a big storm is to blow in here today…some places will see 45-50 m.p.h. winds. Not good. Of course that might not be here. They are also saying we will see rain and snow at 5,000 ft. We live a little above 5,000 ft.
The clouds are gathering….I can see them coming in over the mountain tops…a brooding feeling —- the Uncompahgre Plateau (not the mountain just above, that is Grand Mesa) has a dark and brooding look, the clouds are having a dark and menacing social party, talking about if they really are going to dump rain and possibly snow—maybe not, they darkly mutter to each other, we just might like to fool the weather people. Then a evil chuckle resonates between the cliffs and canyons as they band together chuckling.
Until the storm gets here, we wait, working at buttoning down all flapping and possibly flying things. We are gathering in the wood for the fire, making sure all can handle wind. Or a huge dumping of rain.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Yesterday was a rare day.
The breezes sighed through the corn, rustling the the dried tassels and the papery leaves, rubbing the stalks together with a soft rasping sound.
The pulse of the earth is slowing down, gradually cooling, settling in for a long winter’s nap.
But yesterday, just for a spell, the air warmed, jackets were not needed, the fire died in the woodstove, and joy filled the souls of all living and breathing things. A reprevie, a warming back up…or at least a stopping of the cool down for an afternoon.
As the Chinese Proverb says: “One joy will scatter a hundred sorrows.” A warm afternoon was proof of that proverb.
Very much your friend,
Linda
I’m sorry I didn’t get a post done yesterday, and I’m late, late, late today. For some reason we have been busy, busy, early in the morning.
It’s gradually drying up. Which is a very good thing.
It also froze Tuesday night, with another heavy freeze to come in on Friday [if I remember right], so I’ve been working hard to get my tropicals put to bed.
The canal is still running. Soon it will be turned off, the water’s voice silenced until next spring.
Stepping closer to the ending of fall, and the beginning of corn harvest. 🙂
Your Friend on a Western Colorado Farm, (all caps tee hee)
Linda
We had a wee fog this morning, caused by very cold temperatures from the very wet ground (the sun came out yesterday afternoon…Boomer and I went out and danced on the lawn, it was too wet to take a walk. 🙂 )
And the very lovely clear sky and the warmer canal water.
I’m wondering if we had a freeze. It is possible.
The grass was rather crunchy when I walk out to get some early photos…as the day warms up I will be able to tell.
It’s time. Actually, a little late. But that is okay, I’ve enjoyed the warmth while it lasted. 🙂
As always your friend,
Linda
It’s raining here….again. We were just about to dry out.
Our drive way is a river, our lane is a lake
But inside we are dry, the wood stove is going, my wood supply is protected, my kenneling is dry.
Your friend on a very soggy western side, of the Rocky Mountain Divide, farm
🙂
Linda
October is such a Dr. Seuss world.
Even if the skies are dark and gray the plants and trees are brilliant with oranges and yellows and gold..
I LOVE, just love having the world so full of color.
I love color! It fills ever little crevice full of light.
And as Dr. Seuss says:
“Why fit in when you were born to stand out?”
Your friend
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 