The Autumn light has arrived. Tangling all the amazing colors of Orange, red-orange, and purple, with slashes of yellow
Gossamer strands of light flowing over the sky, on the land, against our skin.
Flowing into our hearts and within our souls.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Sometimes I think of growing old. Usually, it is when my body is having a ‘moment’ of falling apart. Otherwise, I really never think of my age (74)
I genuinely wake up each day filled with enthusiasm for the day and for the abundant chores, which are always part of each and every moment
Being older now, has a new kind of silence in it—the noisy chatter of the 20s is gone,
The intense drive of the thirties only an echo
The struggles of the 40s and 50s are lulled into peace and quiet
The effort to find balance in the 60s is over.
Now, the seventies are comfortable, and the easy feel of familiar places within oneself has manifested — it is a rarer type of silence
True peace about who oneself is and where one has been, and a unique sense of adventure looming—
From my heart to your world,
Linda
First a wee cruise
Then put the top on a go Cruise’n again
Yep!
It’s that time of year!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I Love CHRISTMAS!!!! It is my most favorite time of the year.
BUT NOT in SEPTEMBER!! The Autumn Equinox just happened!
GEEZ!
Linda
High HO!
Off to work, I go!
Better you than me. Just say’n.
TLC (and Boo Berry)
The signs are every where
It’s Onion Harvest (no, we don’t raise onions, but our neighbors do)
Pinto Bean harvest (we stopped raising beans a few years back) is happening just across the road from us
(The ensilage/silage trucks are thick on the roads)
The third
cutting of hay is done or being done even as I write.
(Ours is all cut, baled, stacked, and sold. The last load went out Saturday afternoon—YAY)
(Some of these photos are from my archives—still, everything is happening just as I have written)
The only thing going on now (for us) is irrigation. The alfalfa and grass cannot go into winter dry. And the corn needs to be as full and heavy with water as possible.
Yes…Autumn—our world is full of harvests!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I thought, why not. Why not take the game camera to the back and see what I can see.
Oh! My! Deer in a mad dash
Oh! No wonder!
At least they got away, but this predator stayed close to the camera for several minutes.
Coyotes…not my favorite of anything ever!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
God’s voice whispers to us constantly
In the rain
In a curtain of dusk.
Constantly.
We just need to listen!
From my world to your heart!
Linda
Hum
Too bad Mom can’t smell what I smell
We have a squirrel!
Maybe he…yes it is a he, is
Over here. He comes out of the wood pile
I’ll just wait here. Maybe I will get to see (chase) the squirrel
Well, that was boring. No squirrel. Although, I could smell him.
So disappointing.
Boo Berry Betty Brown
Goodness, this month seems to be flying by.
Anyway, I wanted to show what those pesty deer do to the corn—
Yep! They eat the silks off and the tip of the corn. It’s so yummy for the deer’s tummy.
Ruins the corn…it won’t continue to develop. Sigh
And those delightfully cute, but so damaging raccoons and
Skunks—
They like to tear the stalks down and THEN eat the corn!
Critters. Gotta love ’em, but sure don’t like some of their dining habits.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
