The Glow in Gray—-Sunday, June 17, 2018

Terry and I were out changing the water in the little cornfield when I looked up and saw

A beautiful sight….a SUNDOG!  Cooler weather would be on its way.

Then last evening, we started having scattered sprinkles.  Gradually as the night wore on and early morning came, a thin, much cooler spike of air rippled in through the open windows….and it began to rain.

Not a lot of rain, but still air freshening, washing the plants off until they glow type of rain.

Hopefully, rain in the mountains is stopping those malevolent, absolute evil, fires raging there.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

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If Life Gives you Lemons—-Thursday, June 14, 2018

“If Life gives you lemons, make some kind of fruity juice.”–Conan O’Brien

We finished the first set of water just as the morning sun broke forth torching the sky’s edge with brilliant color.

Terry’s foot is doing ever so much better.  Although, by nighttime, he says it still pains him; sleeping can be rough.

Still, each day is an improvement.

So being a tad tired of work, he decided we needed to take a ride.

Loading up we headed to Grand Mesa…the largest flat top mountain in the world.…the old-timers used to say.

When I was a tween my family spent all summer up here.  I used to think that the old gods lived here.  The Gods of the Indians, for this, was the Utes hunting ground. I would tell myself the Gods of the Indians were here; having been driven back into these high valleys, green places, and lush forests onto of the world. I would walk along paths deep within the forest and sing to those old Gods.

We roared along the highways, gazing out onto blue lands, trees full and lush, the cool air suffused with an azure light which glinted off the lakes.

We dove over the top, into Grand Junction then home again.  The little rest refreshed our eyes, our minds, and our bodies.

The work still there, waiting, only now…it lifted us up once more, lending satisfaction to our day.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Heavy Smoke in the Sky—-Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Summer is such a hard time for the very dry west…..lots of fires all around us.

The lack of winter snow adding to the horrors of fast and furious wildfires…

https://www.nifc.gov/fireInfo/nfn.htm states: “The majority of the country’s fire activity remains in Alaska with 17 large fires. Four new large fires were reported: one each in Colorado, New Mexico, Texas and Washington.”

Our air is full of smoke, as I’m sure others skies are also.

Sunsets are stunning with deepening reds into purples, darkening to point you really can’t see the stars along the horizon.

The air hazing and muted.  Heavy.

Please pray for rain…rain the mountains, deep rich cooling, ground quenching rain.

Pray for rain to save the forests.

Please.

Linda

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What We have Been Doing—-Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Terry is feeling much better.  Still not able to walk on slanted ditch banks, or to carry heavy loads, but improving daily.

With the healing of the foot, he is now restless…a good sign, as they say.

So Terry decided it was time to clean off the top of the settling pond and haul the dirt into low spots on the farm.

This isn’t our settling pond, but our neighbor always lets us clean the top off, then he comes in and digs out all the dirt so the water can ‘settle’ before it goes onto the fields.

Since the air was hot and dry, no sign of wind or rain anywhere.  Off we went a mile away…to haul loads and loads of dirt onto the hollow spots on our farm.

We worked all afternoon until around five.  Only stopping a short spell to change the water in the little corn field.

Finally, it was time to head home.  Terry with the load. Me on the tractor.  We will begin again in the morning.  After I get the water changed and some of my housework done.

I’m so glad he is feeling better. Soon, maybe by next week, he will be back to normal.  That’s my wish anyway!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

In That Tiny Pause of Silence—-Monday, June 11, 2018

When we are busy “doing something else”

The world is continuing it’s pouring forth into the clear days and lovely nights of summer

The Barn Swallows are busy raising their first set of babies

The Red-Winged Blackbirds, Western Meadowlark, Red-Robins, and the host of others birds flutter and dip through the skies and call their charming songs for all to hear.

Our first set of Hummingbird chicks fledged; joining their parents in the swoop and swirl around the flowers in the yard and my hummingbird feeders.

The lilies are open and perfuming the air, actually the whole yard…

Gradually, the late Spring is turning into early Summer.

Ah… the joy of warm/hot days and warm nights.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Summer’s Scents and Sounds (Although Summer isn’t here until next week )—Sunday, June 10, 2018

We are way too hot and too dry.  I know that other states are in the same scary place in time. Although I know I didn’t want rain during haying season, rain would be a very good thing now.

We are checking and changing water on a constant basis.  Terry is doing better, but I still must go with him to set the tubes.  Walking on a slanted ditch bank is just not possible for him at the moment.

The summer flowers are starting to come into the forefront of the yard now…with the spring blooms fading in the hot dry heat. (YAY! I LOVE SUMMER!)

Lady, that most wonderful mule, has gone to summer camp to work with Shannon’s friends on their huge cow ranch and with their Outfitter mules.  She had gotten very restless and in need of ‘something to do’.  Velvet and Cole just love her.  Cole is even riding her instead of one of his other mules.  Cole only rides mules.   They say she is a very good mule.  I’m so glad Shannon was able to spend the year helping Lady learn that all humans are not mean and cruel.

I miss her sweet mule kisses and when she would talk to me as I brought her apples. Still, I think it is a good thing she has a job to do.  She was VERY fidgety.

Our days are quiet, every day filled with the smell of roses

The sun pouring down, tingling upon or skin, glittering on the water, running or still.

As bigger and brighter colors fill my yard sparkling in the light.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Very Late with my Post today—-Thursday, June 7, 2018

I’m very late today because Terry and I spent the whole morning in the Emergency room at the Delta Hospital, yesterday—-I know that isn’t today.  But YESTERDAY set me back today! 🙂

You see yesterday Terry hurt his foot so right after he and I (he supervised) got the irrigation done and he rested his foot for a spell. (and I posted to my blog.)

He felt like we should go to the hospital and get his foot examined.

So off we went, got checked in and then waited.  For two hours.  Then it was our turn…really Terry’s turn.

After blood work and Xrays and lots of other things…we were sent off to get a prescription (by now it was noon and over three hours later.)

I took the prescription to Wal Mart…took us to eat, then went back to Wal Mart (one hour later) got the prescription… (for pain and swelling) Making it five hours from when we walked into the hospital.

Took us back home, where I collapsed into a very deep nap.

Got up helped Terry around. Then headed out and checked the rows—water is short now, so we MUST keep checking and making sure the water is going down the furrows not stopped somewhere along the way or plugged up from some weed or something.

Came back (it was so hot, Boomer wouldn’t go with me 🙂  ) and worked in my yard.  I can finally say I have the whole yard weeded!  It won’t last, but at this moment I am weed free.  Tomorrow I won’t be able to say that! 🙂

Then it was suppertime, and time to change the water again.  Terry felt good enough to go with me and hang out while we move water.

Today, Terry is much better.  Can walk some on his foot, but still must keep it elevated and iced. And he was able to walk a short ways moving the dams.

So life is getting better again.  We are on the way back to good health, the water is going down the furrows, the crops are growing, my yard is full of late Spring blooms, gradually fading into Early Summer flowers.

It’s hot here 97* yesterday (36c), WHICH I LOVE!!!

Everything is full of peace!

Life is good!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Day Filled with Wonder—-Wednesday, June 6, 2018

There is always something to see

Something new to discover, just there…or over here…or right before our eyes

Some wonderful thing reflected back to us in the light

 

Color reflected on to our iris’; showing the world as new.

We are lucky, you and I, for having the gift of this amazing world we call earth.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A Secret World of Ancient and Mystic Things—-Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Spring and Summer are such magical times.  They are neither dark and dreary, or so brilliantly colored you forget to see the magic happening right in front of your eyes.

Spring and Summer are somehow a time set aside, a time when spirits roam from daylight until dark, and the old gods walk upon the land in that time of Twilight.

Where all those tiny little creatures perform that mystic ritual of building nests

Of this and that

In secret tiny spaces….waiting and sitting and waiting until the whole world is greeted with the joy of bright little babies.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Relief and Joy—Monday, June 4, 2018

Sunday day was blissfully restful.  Terry and I did NO real work.  Only the irrigation, fixing a light lunch, then taking a long, long nap in the afternoon

About two o’clock in the afternoon, we started hearing rumbling way over on the Uncompahgre Plateau…then a faint crack or two, the echoing  becoming louder

Then the wind picked up and the temperature dropped as the very noisy storm moved like a demon through the canyons, across the plateau and flung itself weightless and bodiless throughout the whole sky covering our mesa and for miles around.

The trees tops started swaying and the air turned fragrant with the smell of rain heading toward us in a fury.

It was lovely and wet, and ever so nice.  For a very short while.

By evening only a few clouds were left in the sky…the storm had moved on.  Dropping rain someplace else in the world.  Right here on the farm…we only received a quick sprinkle.  But it cleared the air, perked all of us (plants, animals, humans) up.  And left us feeling like we were able to begin anew.

From my world to your heart,

Linda