The Fourth Dimension is Time—-Sunday, July 15, 2018

Tesseract 

A Geometrical and Scientific concept— where Time is a part of the whole.

I’m running behind right now.  Not just in Time, but in each and every facet of the moments which make up my life.

I know I’m complaining at this moment, although I don’t wish to be protesting, ranting, screaming.  Still, I understand this will read like a huge big cry-baby whine.

Shannon’s horse Glory Bree

I’ve reached a place whereby I just want to sit drifting…my thoughts in wisps

 

Jason’s horse TeAta

Nothing to do, nothing to think about, nothing to worry over, nothing to finish so I can ‘get to’ that other thing—Just void, blank, empty

I just want to drift on fragrant little breezes with nothing much to do

So, methinks, I might finish up some stuff, sit some other things aside, and close my mind and actions until company comes at four.  The house, the yard, my world will be whatever it is at that moment they arrive.  And I will be alright with it.

I want to enter that fractured space whereby neither time or worries, action and pressure cannot exist.

Schlegel_wireframe_8-cell  Shamelessly stolen from the internet

Once I make it through the complications of DOING NOTHING and come out on the other side…Time will once more be my friend.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

What More Could I Say—-Thursday, July 12, 2018

Rocky, you are just the best reading dog in the whole wide world.

Boomer (and Mom)

The Day Full of the Hum of Bumblebees—-Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Summer….one thing about hot summer days and warm summer evenings is:

BABIES

Lots of babies…the Barn Swallow nests on our house there are about 8 nests all full of various stages of ‘kids’

I still have not seen any little baby hummingbirds…although, I keep looking and watching.  I would have thought there would have been something by now.

But…not yet.

I will keep watch.  Surely I will get to see something soon!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Sunlight Glowing; ’tis Summer, My Favorite Time of Year, Tuesday, July 10, 2018

I spend every waking moment (that I can) outside. Working in the yard, helping Terry in the fields, reading a book on the lawn furniture

It’s terribly hot here this year, 90* (32.2 c) by 9:30 in the morning. Terry wilts after the thermometer hits 90*.

I seem to perk up.

We balance each other that way.

Still, the heat IS more like August; then July.

The plants are reacting to this unusual heat, by speeding up their growth.  Already the corn is starting to tassel out, and the pinto beans are shooting runners.

Early.

Almost two weeks early.  Seems very strange to us.

The weeds are loving it!  Growing rampant and wild and (even in some cases) lovely. Still, they are weeds, and therefore, undesirable.

Of course, they always and forever more pick the worst spot to grow—is there a good spot?

The little birds chatter and sing until around noon when the heat is too much for their songs.   From noon until seven in the evening they sit with wings spread out, tail feathers wide, beaks open, and eyes half closed.  Trying to stay cool.

But my flowers in the yard!! Oh! My!  They are bursting forth in such beauty.  Their scent silken as it caresses the air.

The touch of the sun warm on their breathtaking allure.

Then the evening sun fills the sky with gold, orange, and apricot.

Ahhh….summertime…and the living is good.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Two Mini-Storms—-Monday, July 9, 2018

For two days straight now, the afternoon heat has given way to huge wind storms, with misting of rain.

But before the cooling of the skies, the heat creeps steadily throughout the day, building sweat on bodies and causing animals and birds to pant.

The sun beats down on the plants, the buildings, and the trees.

The lacy shadows spreading slowing on the ground allowing a repass for anything or anyone stopping in the shade.

The myriad of wildfires in the surrounding areas fill the skies with smoke, the smell of briskly burning timber coming in faintly on the wind.

Huge winds push the storms along, moving them to us from Utah, across the Uncompahgre Plateau, knocking branches down and stirring colossal twisters in the loose soil

Then the wee tiny gift of moisture arrives…causing one and all to tremble with delight and relief.

Not enough to really dampen anything, but enough to refresh the air, the mind, the body and the soul.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

An Update on the Duck—-Sunday, July 8, 2018

Since the duck was white, everyone decided she needed to be named something from the movie Frozen.  So, Elsa, she became.

I rigged up a wee pond, a pallet fence, gave her all the food and water she wanted and we all settled into watching Elsa enjoy her new life with us.

Then checking my FB messages I found out, that Elsa had a home. About a mile from here, way up the canal with two really big headgates in the canal.  She lived with 8 other ducks, 6 big dogs, two little dogs, several horses, a sheep and two tiny tots.

So Terry and I and our youngest granddaughter loaded up Elsa and took her back home.

When we drove into the yard, Elsa started getting very interested, even excited, she knew she had come home!

Well!  A perfect ending to a rather eventful experience for a really nice duck….we named Elsa!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

On the Day of the Fourth — Thursday, July 5, 2018

On the day of the 4th of July—-

Our kids were here from Parachute, Colorado (YAY!!!)   Kelly, our son-in-law, is friends with one of the Delta Volunteer Firemen who invited Kelly and his whole family (we included) to come and see how the fireworks are set-up for the display that night.

It was fascinating!

Then that afternoon while the grandkids were playing in the canal they found a duck hiding in the grass.

Circling the duck she was saved.  I now have a duck to join my hen.  She was very very thin, extremely tired (the canal is very swift and hard to get out).

Her name is now Elsa.

Elsa is doing very well, ate and ate and ate, then went to sleep.  Got up early and ate some more.

She has her own little pool and a yard and all the food she can eat.

I now have a Rescue Duck!

Then, in keeping with our annual family photo, it was time for the Knee-High by the 4th of July photo.

Complete with the BFF’s of our grandson and oldest granddaughter!

What a good time we had!  (another fun piece is the two ‘new’ kids to the block call Terry and I Grandpa and Grammy!  We think that is a very high compliment!)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Happy Birthday America!—Wednesday, July 4, 2018

“God bless America,

Land that I love,

Stand beside her and guide her 

Thru the night with a light 

from above….”  —-‘God Bless America’

Love,

Linda

Morning, Cool Shadows, then Fading Light—-Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Gradually my yard is changing into different colors,

White, Yellow, red, pink, orange

 

I’ve been weeding the pinto bean field,  It’s a yearly chore that occurs daily until the pinto beans shoot feelers.

 

We go early, early until it’s time to change water, then come back into the ate, late in the day when it cools down…the corn and the cockleburs and the pigweed must be removed

Each one of those plants makes a seed the same size as the pinto bean.  If you have lots of trash seeds going in with the pinto beans the Beanery will dock you (make you pay a large fee) to clean out the seeds.

Therefore we always work diligently to get as many seeds/plants out of the field before the vines set.

Terry is doing better.  Better is a good thing.

Your friend on a Colorado farm,

Linda

The Languid Air of Summer —- Sunday, July 1, 2018

Our air is hot! Hot and dry.

But here we are.  The middle of summer… the Second cutting of alfalfa!

The smells in the house have been lovely.  Early morning dew on the drying hay, hot summer sun at the middle of the day, and crisp smells of sharp clean scent in the evening.

The whispering sound as Terry and I fork over the end, getting ready for the baler.

Then the rich sound of the baler…while Boomer and I move through the field making sure the bales are sitting on their sides for the stack wagon.

A very hot and BORED beagle riding behind me.  He makes it for about a 1/2 hour, then after that, he is done.  Gets off and hides in the shade.

The second cutting of alfalfa! We are in the middle of Summer!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda