Unease Swaddles the Land — Wednesday, August 19, 2020

There are four HUGE fires burning in Colorado right now.

Map four large wildfires Colorado

https://wildfiretoday.com/2020/08/15/four-large-wildfires-keep-firefighters-in-colorado-busy/

https://www.cpr.org/2020/08/15/colorado-wildfire-updates-2020-evacuations-closures-size/

The smoke is settling everywhere

Clinging thick; swathing the world in a horrid shroud of death and destruction

Oppressive

Abundant

(this is the sun about 4:00 p.m.)

wearily blurring the eyes and burning the lungs

The smoke speaks volumes of what the firefighters are experiencing

And all living creatures caught in the path of the fires

And the poor trees, bushes, and other plants succumbing to the passion of the flames.

Then about 4 o’clock yesterday our local newspaper reported The Mille Creek Fire near Gunnison, Colorado 

Our world is sagging with the fires and the other-the-top heat (103*f —39.44c) plus the dry lightning.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

There Quietly Breathing; Waiting for Me —- Tuesday, August 18, 2020

 

While out doing ‘my work’ in the hayfield—wait I’m getting ahead of myself

When Terry bales, sometimes the bales coming out of the baler tip over-

Or twist…see the photo

So I go out to correct the bale and get it into the proper position the stack wagon can pick it up.

Otherwise, Terry has to get off the tractor, straighten the bale, get back onto the tractor…you understand.

Anyway, I was moving along several rows ahead of Terry, straightening, rolling, [fix’n] bales, and picking up rocks

When I SAW…a heart setting there in harmony with all the cut stems!

Of course, I picked it up—for home it was going to reside in my heart rock garden!

Then later that day, as I was finishing up my part of the whole process…

Right THERE…waiting patiently for me to ‘see’ it…was another heart.  All covered in smudges and scratches.  Just perfect for my little garden made of hearts!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

When You Run into a Bunch of Wasps—-Monday, August 17, 2020

Tumbling and twisting and zinging about

Creating an uneasy feeling for everyone around

The only thing to do is snap a photo or three 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Earth and Sky Singing with Joy —- Sunday, August 16, 2020

I opened my email to THIS 🙂 🙂 🙂

“My wife caught this rainbow in the Western sky around 7:00 Am.  Very seldom see them in the Western sky.  All things just lined up I guess.  Been a wet summer here in the midwest high humidity even for us.  Glad to see you back to full time farming this year.  “Midwestern follower”

WOW!

What a wonderful gift to receive! 🙂

Thank you, Pull299

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know Chapter Eight, Friday, August 14, 2020

Chapter Eight

 

Off Mom (and Dad)  and I went on the four-wheeler…. time to change the water.

 

Mom sat me down.

I hung around for a time, watching Mom.

Pretty soon Mom was caught up in digging and shoveling and—you know, Stuff.

So Off I went.

Heck, there are things to see and stuff to learn about out on the farm, hanging with Mom and Dad is rather BORING!

I snuffled and sniffed my way over to WAIT!


“Hey, Hi, Stanley!

Stanley stopped munching on the peanuts Mom puts out for him.

“Hey, Boomer! Long time no see!”

I just started to make myself comfortable when Stanley came to attention, then suddenly jumped down; ZOOM he was gone.

I wonder what scared him.

 

Nothing happening out here, but a flock of corn birds flying around.

I looked up just then

and saw HAWK!

OH! That’s enough to scare anyone!

Just about that time I heard Mom hollering for me… “BOOMER LET’S GO!”

Okay.

 

Time to go.

I trotted back to Mom. She picked me up and sat me right back down on my comfy spot on the four-wheeler.

“Forward we go, Mom!” I yipped.

Forward we go!

 

 

 

The Pattern —- Thursday, August 13. 2020

Shhhhh

In the silence

When the morning shadows are long, and the plants still in dew

While Terry and I and change and re-set the irrigation water

The early morning light

highlights the return of the deer

And so does the corn.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Gloriously Hot —Wednesday, August 12, 2020

Perfect for making hay!

Rain, rain, stay away.  Come again some other day!

🙂

The third (3rd) cutting of the first field!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Heaven is Here, On Earth, O! Surely It Is —- Tuesday, August 11, 2020

As a child, I used to worry about Heaven

Where can I find Heaven I would ask

In the sky, my family would say

As I grew I studied religions, looking for where Heaven might be

What I learned is:  All Religions are fascinating, they include aspects that are utterly beautiful

We always need to respect their beliefs

When I was seventeen I discovered how Siddhartha sat in the shade of the Bodhi Tree/calmed his mind so he could reach a state of mental bliss.

Quieting the mind.  What an interesting idea.

So I practiced.  It was hard.

I found I didn’t have lots of time to just sit and calm my mind, and sit and sit

My life became full—too full to sit in the shade of a tree and try to achieve quiet

There were children to take care of, house, yard, farm, paying job, ‘things’ to do

But throughout all that activity,

I gradually understood, that calming the mind can come in many diverse and different ways

It comes from living simply

Recognizing what warms my heart

What softly lifts my soul

I learned to approach my daily tasks with belief in being UPLIFTED as one works

Not feeling burdened.

To watch for those teeny, tiny things that settled softly all around me (us)

Solitude right there in the– every day of the– every day

Solitude in teeny tiny moments

Bringing me to an understanding

That for me, quiet contemplation of the day,

Is, for me, Heaven here on Earth.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Gossamer Threads in the Rippling Air — Monday, August 10, 2020

The dappled light as we head out to change the water

The early morning sunlight casting purple shadows on the land

Reflections speaking loudly of our daily work on the land

T’Ata coming to help

While Glory stands sentinel on the Rocky Point

The day, always generous with gifts

Hidden just so

But still there, whispering, for us to see–

Look.

Please, there are gossamer threads of beauty everywhere.

From my heart to you, My Friends,

Linda

Spring in the Heat of August —- Sunday, August 9, 2020

The heat has abated…leaving the morning with a feel of Autumn [or is it Spring?] in the air

Terry has finished planting the last field on our place to alfalfa

The soil has that wonderful smell of thirsty ground getting wet for the first time this year

A clean smell, a smell, like a sigh of relief

Friday morning  we saw tiny little sprouts along the furrows we had finished watering

A very good industrious sign of new growth

The last set of the day

Water shimmering and glittering across the land as the earth heads into darkness.

The glimmer of the sun on the water (although only visible if you look for it)

Priceless.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda