We are going from fiery orange
To stunning Hot Pink
Which will gradually turn into a gentle
soft pink.
For now, though, we BLAZE forth in stunning glory!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Boo Berry and I were walking along the canal bank when I came across these lovely cattails blowing in the wind.
It was such a delightful sight.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Finally, after all the sun and the freezing and the thawing
We can walk on the farm now without being sucked down into the mud
The light breaking through to highlight the Adobie badlands seemed to shimmer in the evening air.
It was a bit of magic sitting there in frozen air–I feel grateful for seeing and getting to photograph the sparkle.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
But the sky!
Oh! My! How lovely the sky is!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I’ve been feeding the birds
Winter is so hard on them. A few shakes of chicken food are good for helping keep everyone warm.
OH! MY!
SCATTER!!!!
(I’m sorry…I know the hawk is hungry too, but….not while I’m watching. Please.)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
From all this to mud.
Mom says we just have to be patient
At least all the snow you see above it gone and now we just have MUD!
TLC and Boo Berry
We went for a walk down the farm road to see how muddy it is! It’s muddy.
We have little patches of snow in some places, and heavy frost in other places
But mostly now we have mud!
Lots of it.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
And the wind.
The wind is lifting the leaves and drying them —causing a type of dancing-in-the-wind sort of feeling
Mud is the story now–lots of it
LaVerne, our mule, says she doesn’t care–mud, no mud, life is always the sensation of joy for her!
(We are melting fast now. Which is a good thing.)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A peak from the sun as it bid us good-night 🙂 We are heading into a warm-up!
On to MUD we go!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Although, I must confess I love the gossamer loveliness of the snow
The shadows drifting over the lawn
The thick chunks stuck in the bushes
And the whispy snowballs perched on the tree branches 
It’s beautiful! (We just stopped thinking about the harvest—it’s the only way to go forward).
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 