Winter all around us
Still—the sky drooping deep into the mountains
It looks like a good water year—so far. (Holding breath)
Your friend on western Colorado farm,
The rains started…then the air became very cold and full of malice, after which
Gradually the snow drifted languidly down, leaving clean white everything.
Until the firebox needed me.
Then there were tracks of fur kids and myself in the snow.
Your friend still caught in the shrewd grip of January.
45 minutes to Sunset—when the world has an amazing pink lucent glow—then fades into soft shades of gray—on into the dark of night.
(I love this time of day! Just LOVE it!)
It’s like that goodnight kiss your Momma and Daddy gave you way back when you were a toddler.
A perfect ending to the day, with sweet dreams for the night.
From my world to your heart!
One thing I truly enjoy doing is
Sorting, stacking and creating with firewood.
It is a satisfying feeling that not even a rough wind can knock over my stacks (and I have many stacks)
They are all composed according to size. Perfect for whatever I think I need in the firebox!
Such a bright, scintillating, [sparkling and shiny] feeling this gives me!
I know. It’s unusual, but it does make me feel good.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,