After a series of storms made it’s way through our area
We were left with a series of
RAINBOWS!
Ain’t Life Grand?!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
After a Series of Storms—Sunday, July 24, 2016
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Tag Archives: 2016
Our Morning Air was Filled with Angels—Thursday, July 21, 2016
Even if the Devil is loose in the world
Even though time will fade for each of us—
We have the sign of Hope!
I always love seeing Rainbows!
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,
Linda
When the Dark Comes—Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Our days are growing shorter.
Not so very long ago the little birds woke-up just before 5:00 in the morning. Now it is much, much closer to 5:30. Depending on the clouds it can even be closer to 5:45.
The sun sets around 8:35 or so in evening.
Our days are now 14 hours and 33 minutes long, loosing time every day, bringing on the the night faster and faster.
I love the twilight, but I guess you know that by now. I never feel a sense of abandonment or that elemental loneliness that some people feel as night rises from the earth. What I feel is a soundless singing — a hushed exultation as the earth rests and the nocturnal animals and bugs wake
The trees and plants sigh as they start their rest, while the air cools. Then moon breaks forth in silver light, and the stars fling wide and wild across a deep velvet sky.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
An Irresistible Exuberant Delight—-Tuesday, July 19, 2016
We’ve been living with heat for several, several days now.
Miserable heat, the kind that hangs in the air and never really seems to cool down. (Although, I will take this heat over winter any day!)
The weather people said we might have rain yesterday…so we waited.
Then last evening I could see rain playing around us on the Uncompahgre Plateau.
Rain chutes filled the sky looking toward Montrose and over toward the Peach Valley area; still the bumblebees and the hummingbirds never exhibited anxious hovering in the flowers like they do before a storm makes it’s way to us.
We set the last set of water in the glow of the Full Thunder Moon; the air more restless than early in the evening.
Then during the night the rains came! We woke to beautiful fresh air, the ghost of the storm hanging damply on each blade and leaf.
Today is alluring, with clouds moving in again, and the promise of POSSIBLY more rain. My garden, the farm, and myself are all doing the happy dance!
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,
Linda
My Love Gave to Me—-Monday, July 18, 2016
When working up the ground this year, Terry found this amazing rock in the two-acre field
He sat it aside and promptly forgot about it until yesterday. When we were up there checking on the water he remembered it. Leading me over to the fence line where he had carefully placed it (so he wouldn’t forget) he asked me to look in the particular spot where it was resting…hiding.
A Collection of Fossils!
How blessed I am.
Linda
Look to the Sky— Sunday, July 17, 2016
The Full Buck Moon or the Full Thunder Moon will occur July 19, 2016 (6:56 pm ET).
July…We are experiencing Hot Summer Days and Hot Summer nights. The heat shimmers like deep violet then fades into blue-black immensity
By morning the air has thinned and crisped like distant stars in the sky–a huge relief
The Sun rises
And the day begins, the balance of our waking hours filled with the immensity of each minute and hour
Then it is night again. The sky swimming with stars, the silver globe of the moon; illuminating the void
With that sky so immense it boggles my mind, knowing that it covers you AND I.
No wonder people look to the sky when talking to God…that huge expanse so near at hand, yet so far.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
A Song Echoed to My Heart—-Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Our yard is full of birds… birds of every hue and color
They start the day with joyful tweets and chirps
And end the day with sleepy little good-night calls.
Last evening, as the darkness descended, a little Swallow sat on the wire leading from the electric pole to our house singing a song that sounded more like an alarm. His or her call was so insistent that I had to look out the window to see why.
The sweet little bird was looking right back at me, trying with all the might of the world to tell me something was NOT right…something wrong was there—right there—come out NOW!
(This is Tonto I caught him on camera one afternoon as he moved through our yard.)
Laying on the grass, cooling off was Tonto…a very ancient German Shepard/Wolf mix dog, (he is 16 years old), and lives one mile from us. Randomly he walks up to our place, usually because he has been left at his home for days and days on end in a state of without.
He travels across the flat lands until he gets here, then rests, until I find him. Once I get him all gathered up and cooled down, I load him up…load up food, take down lots of water, several dog snacks…chew bones and other things, and deliver him home.
There are three of us who watch out for Tonto, his closest next door neighbor, our daughter Shannon and myself.
And now I know…the birds do too.
Bird song talks to us, it echos throughout our hearts, the little guardian’s of the world.
Love,
Linda
A Rhapsody in Sunsets—Tuesday, July 12, 2016
The sun leaving the day behind often dazzles the eyes 
The dark starting to gulp the light forces the sun shadows
to fling light heavy and still
Until all is left–a jet stream blazing a trail across the sky.
A song of evening.
From my world to your heart.
Linda
A Much Needed Break—Monday, July 11, 2016
Terry and I needed a break! We needed something to do that wasn’t related to the farm, something different—and close enough to the farm we would only be gone a few hours.
So off we went to the Uncompahgre Plateau.
Up there we ran into Hank and Angie Davis, as we turned onto the trail to Dry Mesa. Davis’ are the ranchers who calve out their cows on our place in the winter. They also live and ranch just below us in the Roubidoux Canyon. AND they live on the Plateau while the cows are summering up there.
A short ways in we ran into Bob and Lois Helgland and their son, also on their way to Dry Mesa. The Helgland’s live on the Plateau most of the year, but have another home two miles from us heading east.
Then we met our daughter Shannon and Jason on their way for a Sunday ride. We rode with them.
I always bring up the rear…I’m slow. I’m not on a ride to race. I’m on a ride to take photos
Although, I sometimes get so far behind I can’t see or hear anyone. It’s usually at that point I get concerned I took the wrong road and am now lost.
So far I haven’t. Which is a good thing.
By two o’clock we were back home setting water in the heat and the wind.
A nice break. One much needed.
Your friend,
Linda
Thank you—Thursday, July 7, 2016
“Oh, you’re the best friends anybody ever had. And it’s funny, but I feel as if I’d know you all the time, but I couldn’t have, could I?”–Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz
You are, you know. You have been there for me in all sorts of ways, through the good times and the times when My Heart Shattered.
You have picked me up—held my hand—and helped me moved forward.
I am so grateful for all of you. Thank you.
Love,
Linda
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