All day the clouds shifted here and there. Sometimes dropping rain, moving on, gathering again, lashing out
thunder, lighting, wind… the violence of each passing storm was exhilarating!
The earth, our crops, even myself sighed with relief. 
Later in the night, well, actually early, early in the morning, the skies cleared and the stars came out.
We woke to a beautiful morning. Fresh, clean, clear…a feeling of lightness in air!
Your rejuvenated friend on a Western Colorado Farm,
Linda
We have a HUGE break in the triple digit weather…
It rained all night last night! Giant, luscious, rich drops of water.
Too much of anything is just too much! A break in the heat is lovely!
This moisture is in here until tomorrow then we slowly start the climb back into the heat. Until then…ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,
Linda
We took a very quick trip to Craig, Colorado.
Years and years ago Terry was a plumber. Also, he knows how to do house wiring from all his years in the Electrical trade…therefore, when Kelly called and asked if Terry would come up and help with a small remodel he was doing for their house.
The answer was: “Sure, I’ll put the water in the pasture and we will head up”!
LUCKY LUCKY Terry and I!
Your friend,
Linda
Step into my little side garden and sit a spell with me.
I’ll bring out some iced tea, or if you prefer a Pepsi
We will talk about nothing really. Just sit and get to know each other–tell little stories of times gone by
We will share the garden with the Hummingbirds, the bumble bees and the honey bees, I hope you are not afraid of them…they rush tangibly here and there among the flowers
I’ll snip you some herbs–catnip for your kitties, or maybe some catmint, a small bouquet of lavender…or mondera for your tea.
Come sit in the garden with me.
Your friend,
Linda
After a horrible start to our farming season, rain, cold, rain…hard to get the ground worked up…too wet and cold to plant…we were very concerned the corn wasn’t going to make.
But here it is! More than knee-high by the 4th of July!
What a huge relief!
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,
Linda
Gradually, gradually the day starts to wake…the shadows of the night slowly lifting as the gray light filters in.
Tiny, as my thumb, the hummingbirds arrive at the feeders; their buzz and chirps blending in with the small melodious calls of the other birds who are shaking sleep off and welcoming in the day!
Morning, the beautiful beginning of another day!
Your friend,
Linda
It was 92* (33.33c) last night at 9:30. But this morning it is only 86* at 9:30.
What a small joy cooling air is after too much heat.
As John Milton once said; “Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.”
A few clouds, a small breeze, the song of the birds…a wee epiphany for this Wednesday.
Your friend,
Linda
The evening skies are just lovely…the colors warm and dramatic
Sometimes the colors even look hot, although it is cooling down by sunset.
My 4-wheeler is broke, the part comes in today. It will be nice to have it back…walking in the heat is rather ‘smashing’…you come back home feeling two feet tall. 🙂
Enjoy your days and evening, my friends!
Your friend,
Linda
To some working on the land is lonely. Only you and the sky and the earth. But to me (and to Terry) it isn’t lonely.
There are plants who need our care and plants
we despair of (the nodding thistle, lovely but a huge nuisance).
Light floods the air and heat shimmers up off the land. Just to glace upon the brilliance is to think there is nothing but silence there. But it isn’t true…the song birds fill the air with music and bugs (the good bugs and the not-so-good bugs).
The new momma deer and her brand new little fawn scamper close to us, not afraid. They are many generations of deer, who have lived here safe. We feed them so they stay out of the crops. They do their part and eat at the pastures.
The thought always runs in the back of the mind…’my this is pretty. I feel so tremendously blessed’…all the while acknowledging the inadequacy of the word blessed.
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm
Linda
The heat is ferocious–late July and early August heat. Bearing down and smashing one into the ground. Still I’ll take it any day over the long, dark, cold, and dreary days of winter.
Anyday!
Years ago I saw these beautiful flowers growing in my Mother-in-law’s yard. She was ripping them out and tossing them in the trash heap.
“Oh, what are those beautiful plants”? I asked her.
“Scotch Bluebonnets”, she replied. “You don’t want them, they spread like weeds.”
“Oh, but I do! May I have a couple of shovel fulls to plant in me yard?” I replied with shinning eyes!
“Honestly you will NOT want these things” she said in disgust, as she put two shovel full of starts in a cardboard box for me.
I hugged the box to my chest and placed it very carefully in the trunk of the car. “Thank you!” I cried. “I’m sure I will love them.”
“Don’t thank me”, she very tiredly replied. “I guarantee you will not like them, in the long run.”
I can assure you, many, many, years later…SHE WAS RIGHT! I do NOT want these invasive weeds masquerading as flowers. Horrid plants! Just HORRID! They are everywhere in my yard, in the grass on the lawn, in every flowerbed, along side the ditches—-ugh!
Every morning the earth, the sky, and the air seem so fresh and alive. If one stands still surrounded by the chirps and chitters of all the birds; stands outside and is very still. Still in the mind, not just the body, still so your soul can hear—the voice of the earth will speak loud and clear.
It seems that the rocks and the trees and even the soil underneath your feet is waking refreshed and eager to start the day.
As the day ends and night creeps along our mesa; lengthening it’s way toward the west; I can sometimes feel the sweet song of bedtime flowing down deep within the earth.
Today is Sunday. Today we only do those things that MUST be done…today we rest and enjoy the fruits of the past week, preparing for the new week.
I hope each and everyone of you have a good Sunday, my friends!
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm
Linda
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