With all the rain we have been having (on top of snow in the mountains and foothills) I had a most wonderful gift…
A November Rainbow!
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,
Linda
My blessing (anyway)
The earth and the sky
My destiny, of which I am still learning of daily
The sounds all around; creaking, flapping, sighing
The hard brilliant lights of silver stars, and the shining of the moon in black velvet shadows
Plus all the people—family and friends who fill my life!
I am most blessed.
With heartfelt thanks,
Linda
Our weather has been a tad wet side lately. Snow and rain, then snow and rain again. Although, the snow is not here, it is surrounding us on all the mountains and the lower mountain towns: Paonia, Crawford, and Cedaredge.
So….I decided to put up our Christmas tree and decorations. This year I dug out the white tree and sorted through all my lights and ornaments trying for a white on white look. Terry said it didn’t turn out too bad. ( He was afraid they would all blend together.)
I’ll try a night photo next…for daylight I think it turned out fine.
Love,
Linda
The sunsets so very early now, that the time change has occurred; making the days very short and the nights ever so long.
So for something to do, while watching TV I try my hand at different types of handiwork.
Don’t look too closely as there are errors.
It does fill my time nicely, though.
Your friend,
Linda
Our family, in Battlement Mesa, came the other day, bringing with them only one grandchild. The other two have developed into a teenager, with friends, and a tween with babysitting jobs.
Still the little one loves to come. There are many things she likes to do, here, on the farm
Like gathering cattails, which she calls: “Fluffy Corn dogs”.
“Come with me, Grammy! she called; practically vibrating with eagerness, to slip and slide down the hill, into the dried cattail area.
We walked over the hill to that special spot where the cattails stems brush lightly together in the gentle breeze. She gathered many fluffy corn dogs breaking them open to fly away in the wind allowing the little cattail seed to caress the earth as they landed.
Time moves on…always. As a parent/grandparent you look at each one of your children and your grandchild and wish with all your heart you could take away everything harmful and make their lives perfect. But you know you mostly can’t–they have to do ‘it’, whatever ‘it’ is— by themselves.
But for this tiny moment of time I enjoyed the essence of life a grandchild brings.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Following the raccoon with hooves that go click!
Love,
Linda
P.S. We think the Momma deer has told this young doe it’s time to leave. She is very determined to hang around our farm house and in the farm yard (there go all my flowers, but oh, well). Terry thinks come spring she will move back up to the Upper End or over by the equipment. Until then she is determined to hang around here. Really not very afraid of Boomer. She is afraid of the lights suddenly turning on.
P. P. S.S. A pretty bad poem. Chuckle!
Yesterday, it was just Boomer, myself and the two cats: Sammy and Min-Min. Terry was away doing important things not connected to the farm.
It was a beautiful bright fall day, the air was crisp and warm and the sky the most amazing blue.
Then as the sun set the sky turned into the color of a joyfully blowing leaf..causing me to rush to different parts of the yard to capture the golden light
Then the sun sank below the Uncompahgre (Un-come-pah-gray, accent on the pah) Plateau and the first stars of the evening popped out. The air was decidedly cool.
Today we woke-up to clouds, with a promise of rain in the air. The weather people are saying to plan on rain and light dusting of snow, in our area…more snow in the higher areas tomorrow.
We are hearing the Upper Country and the Mountains are very dry…moisture will be a good thing.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Kate sent me a very cool moon shot all the way from way down there—a shot to share with you!
You and I had the same idea last night. I only had my phone camera, and it was a wet and very, very windy night, so this is all I got. But there she is, smiling down through the clouds. Not a Frosty Moon, more a Storm Moon.
“Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!”–Lord Byron
I climbed to the top of the woodpile…(down there on the end where there are four logs stacked on each other)—I needed to get above the neighbor’s corn field to see the eastern sky, you see.
Then There it was! That most stunning Super Moon!
I stayed up on the wood pile— balancing carefully, while Boomer sat below whining, with Min-Min Cat winding her way up the very tall pile to be close to me.
It rose quickly showering the earth, with its silver glow, edged in pink from the setting sun.
Still lucky me— I got to see this wonderful, and unusually close to the earth moon setting in the western sky.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
All month long I wait for that month’s full moon. I even have an app that tells me the exact hour and time of what the moon is doing.
I so love being in the silver light of the moon.
This time of year the air is thinning down, and the sun heading to a different corner of the western sky…making the colors more on the shade of ‘pearl’ than vibrant.
As the sun rushes, to the end of the day the light causes the shadows to melt into the gathering darkness. And I delight in the starkness of the sun rays catching on objects on the earth.
I still have yard work to do. Although I leave the flower seeds (and some cases the weeds I call flowers) to feed the birds through the winter.
Mornings are always full of frost…which [sometimes] causes, those who name moons, to call the November moon the Frosty Moon.
Just hours now and the moon will be full. I’m going to TRY to capture a great moon shot tonight. Wish me luck. (Even if I don’t get the image on my camera, it will be okay…I can still enjoy it’s stunning light!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
