Corn Bales—-Thursday, November 30, 2017

Our neighbor is shredding up the corn stalks—dust is flying and food is being prepared for cows

It’s a win-win on many levels.  The land owner doesn’t want cows on the land…he says they damage too much stuff

The farmer, who rents the land, would like to clear up the stalks in some form…either with grazing off the old corn or burning.

The ranchers, who like to have their cows fatten up on last years leaven’s, now gets a chance to have the corn — only in huge bales.

It’s a nice solution for all…the farmer gets the crop cleared off, the land owner doesn’t have to have cows on his land, and the rancher gets the corn stalks without having to trail his cows to the farm ground.

AND the field isn’t burned!  YAY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Dancing in Sunrays—Wednesday, November, 29, 2017

The amazing sky—never empty–nor a void either

Never a void, scudding clouds make the last rays of sunshine  a page out of a coloring book

Walking in vibrantly stained air is sometimes like walking in a molten shower of color

And honestly…not only does it make my heart sing; my soul seems alive!


My eyes delight in the brilliantly painted skies, which fling shadows shaded in blacks and grays

I hope you are (also) able to wander outside and capture the sun within the beats of your heart!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Stillness—Tuesday, November 28, 2017

We have a quarter of a moon right now…casting moonshadows through clouds scudding across the dark glittering surface called Sky

The fox kit looks very grown…the night camera caught him alert and watchful—listening in the quiet crisp air–he or she is very beautiful, I do believe

As the clouds crossed the moon he slunk away

Joined by his Mom…or a mate, I am not sure. (the tiny dots of lights are over the hill from us—are houses.)

Stillness clung to the earth as the sun started to rise

The day has begun

Still a little gift…while loading firewood the buck who likes to live behind the Tilehouse lifted himself up out of the canal just a few feet away from me traveling quickly down the corral road and into the back corn field.

Thankfully I was there and got to see him.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

Yesterday’s Wind, Memories in Sunlight—Monday, November 27, 2017

We are lucky, in this day and age of digital cameras, computers, and instantly being able to see what was ‘there’ just a short while back.

Wisps of shadows in the late fall sunshine,

Of the barely audible murmur of childhood growing up.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A Thousand Tiny Bits of Everyday Dreams—-Sunday, November 26, 2017

 

One evening this week the sun slid behind the Uncompahgre Plateau painting the sky over Grand Mesa shades of apricot and peach

While Boomer, Romeo, and I took a wee walk

to take Romey back to his barn (I left Mindy in the house toasting by the wood stove.)

Gradually the shadows blanketed the farm and the air started to crisp

On the way back I heard my named whispered faintly in the wind, calling me…calling me

I thought about that…hearing my name in the wind— finally deciding it really wasn’t a very lonely sound, or something to shatter a heart.

Boomer and I walked home in the evening’s silver puffs of air me thinking how much I love this earth we call home.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!—-Thursday, November 23, 2017

“There are four unbroken rules when it comes to Thanksgiving: there must be turkey and dressing, cranberries, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie.”–John Hadamuskin

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!!

From my world to yours,

Linda

Two Gifts…NO! Wait! Three Gifts—-Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Terry and I had to go to Grand Junction last week to purchase a few items.   While at Home Depot

A man was just coming back from taking his two Macaw Parrots for their daily walk, through the building then a wee trip around the parking lot

It was so much fun meeting these very tame birds.  Neither one is tethered to the walker, they sit calmly talking loudly to everyone about everything they see.  Then after the wee walk about…they get to go to Sonic and have a CORN DOG!!! Oh! MY! the delight in their little voices when their Dad asked them if they were ready to go to SONIC!!

I enjoyed getting to meet these birds and their human.

Then on the ride home…among the hills and canyons a very faint rainbow appeared.

A day as perfect as anyone could dream!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

In the First Shadows of Early Morning—-Monday, November 20, 2017

Early, early Saturday morning we took a ride into the Escalante-Dominquez Wilderness just a few miles from our farm

Map of Dominguez-Escalante National Conservation Area

We wanted to see the new bridge the county put in by The Escalante Cattle Company Ranch and then to find where the old bridge was moved.

Of course Terry didn’t want to take the ‘regular’ road 🙂

Stopping on top of a huge knobby hill we took a walk here and there

Looking upon this land where the shadows seem to dance unfettered

Across timeless vistas

And there below…the Gunnison River moving ever toward the joining of the Colorado River at Grand Junction, Colorado.

Not far from us…just over there….

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Finally Finished—-Sunday, November 19, 2017

“Everyone thinks you make mistakes when you are young.  But I don’t think we make any fewer when we are grown up.” — Jodi Picoult

Finally…after working a little here and there all late spring, through the summer, and just now finishing in late fall I can finally say “DONE!”

It’s just a kit.  But for me and my skills it was a fun evening past time.

I’m also glad it’s finished.  That white rose was terribly hard to do with all the different shading and subtle use of color.  I (very much) enjoyed the big bold colors of all the other flowers. 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

GHOST!?!—Thursday, November 16, 2017

 

Sometimes the world of dreams is alive and present here in our daily living

That other world is there…spreading ripples through out the air

But we have a tendency discount the presence of a twin world…turning the mist into something more ordinary

 

Still a look out the corner of your eye catches that ‘something’, which hangs in the alertness of the air

If only…only we would turn quickly enough…if only we looked hard enough…

We could see the wind picking up  mundane corn leaves telling us there are others around us….here.

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From my world to your heart,

Linda