Waiting for spring…
Waiting.
As more snow piles up. Just think— corn watered by melted snow.
Only 8-10 more weeks to go.
♥ Linda
It has taken many years for me to understand that material things (which seemed so important) can be replaced by the beauty and simplicity of the views from my our backyard —
Like watching the last of the leaves blow off the giant Cottonwood tree
Seeing Fuzzy running alongside the four-wheeler, as we go check the water
Watching the chickens busy scratching in the dirt
Feeding the cows, brushing their fur
The shadows of the buildings slowly working their way across the place until fading into the darkness of the night
Grandchildren playing outside in the late summer evening with laugher floating on the breeze
I used to be too young to care about all these things
Then as time progressed too busy weeding, or mowing, or canning, to notice
But I am old now; these things are my most precious memories
And my most favorite of things
After spending the first part of my life rushing through it I think I’ll spend the last little bit enjoying every minute I have left.
Have a Happy New Year! I’m taking some time off and will return on Monday, January 4, 2010.
Linda
I don’t know WHY Mom had to put this dumb thing on me…I can say Merry Christmas just fine without it!
(Bah! Hum-Bug!!! This dumb hat has to go!)
May joy and happiness snow on you, may the bells jingle for you and may Santa be extra good to each and every one of you!
Merry Christmas!
Terry and Linda
(Fuzzy and Honey Hen)
Tina Marie sent, to the grandchildren, all the makings for a gingerbread house. One for each grandchild!
Bladen Fox McCormick
Complete with a tree in the yard!
Linkin Mahre McCormick
And fun candy hearts! (These should be reversed, but oh! well!)
Tallen Rose McCormick
“I thought you were suppose to eat it!”
Thank you, Tina Marie!!!!
Of course there is snow
And the wind howls
The roads become impassible
(Grand Mesa, Colorado December 2009)
But there is music
Something that really can’t be explained, but if you live, or work, or walk on the land you will understand.
For you will have experienced it.
Every environment, has its own music-its rhythms
Its flow, grace notes, and harmonies
It comes, I think, from your soul and a reaching out to the spirit of the land.
Linda
When you heat with wood
You have to clean the chimney.
Which means you let the fire go out, the coals turn to ash and then it’s
Terry’s job.
I am terrified of heights. As you can tell by the need to paint the trim on the house.
And no, the brick is not loose in the chimney, nor is it full of holes; the light just makes it look that way.
So someday soon, I’ll have to have one of my kids come visit and help me paint.
Linda
I was struck by the beauty of the desert on my drive back to the Delta Office.
The sky was an amazing blue.
The jet streams adding a hint of adventure in the skies.
The large blue flat top mountain is Grand Mesa.
And a semi and I are the only ones on the road.
Now THAT was cool.
(This is a well-traveled two-lane highway all the coal miners call ” The Death Highway”.)
Last night we had a cold water (Thank Heaven!) pipe break and run for an hour or so in the house.
We are still cleaning up the mess….the kitchen; bathroom, back porch and the basement were all flooded. Ankle high!
So I am not able to post much today, but hope to be back in full-swing tomorrow.
Just for your enjoyment…. Monkey (Terry’s cat) got so upset with all the water she jumped into the cabinet and the door shut on her. There is nothing in this cabinet but cans so ‘no fur in food’ occurred.
It was so funny I had to take a photo of it. There had to be some sort of a bright spot in the rather long, long evening.
Linda
(Yes, I needed to clean off the cabinet)
We went from this
(driving home Friday night)
and this
to more snow on Saturday
to a Chinook Wind on Sunday.
With really nice temperatures.
And it’s warmer today. Welcome to Western Colorado weather!
Linda