Yep! Us!
I had sat the game camera down (heading out to the corn field to see if I can photo the deer).
These two wanted in—so I helped them by opening the door! 🙂
Caught on Camera!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
August is that point in time when things are moving toward a huge change
If you spend all your time inside a building or a car you won’t notice anything
Until the slow movement has stirred itself into true
Fall.
But, if you are like Terry and me, outside much of the time—you will realize the gift we are being given—
The sun still sending us heat and the cooler mornings heading toward Autumn.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
You can see it in the sky, on the land, and with the deer!
The deer always arrive when the corn is in the silk. Not good, but a fact. They are very hard on the corn—eating only the silks, therefore, killing the cob.
They will stay on the farm now until early March.
(Along with them come the coyotes—nasty things. We will have them until the deer leave)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
As the world turns to dusk, then the gloaming and on into the night
The light tells us it is still Summer— yellow for summer.
Remember tranquil purple whispers Winter
Lovely pink and rose for Spring
Come Autumn—soon…close to the time of Labor Day the light will change
To orange —- many shades of orange!
But for now–
There is a lemony glow to the light–thankfully it is still Summer!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
That is the fire! Scary isn’t it?
We don’t like the fire. Or the horrible smoke from the fire.
The fire report says it has grown to —-way over 3,000 acres
And still growing.
Scary stuff.
Boo Berry and TLC
Singing a Song a most beautiful song—-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRrjnE5VGSc
Ooopppps!
PERSON! CAMERA! FLY!
(I love the shadow)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I find the setting of the sun
Causing dusk to deepen into night something extra special.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Often times the end of the day is a time of peace
All the work is winding down
The day is starting to cool off
The night birds wake up to sing their special songs, and the day birds chirp the last of their melodies.
The gloaming is starting to rise from the land, the crickets raising their voices and the hummingbird moths quickening their search for food.
Peace.
The beautiful, marvelous ending to each and every day.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
This Mourning Dove watched me take out my camera—always watching as I snapped away, while it whirled through the air.
Eerily wonderful!
What a gift!
I yelled, “THANK YOU!” as it eagerly left!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Rain! Beautiful! Wonderful! Rain!
It came to us in thick heavy fat clouds
Rain that left us with jagged jig-saw puzzles of puddles
The kind of rain we were desperately needing
RAIN! Wonderful Blessed RAIN!
From my world to the heart of the Universe,
Linda
