Tag Archives: 2018

Heaven’s Winds —- Tuesday, May 1, 2018

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The wind has been rather rough here of late.  Days of high winds and cold weather.

Still the fragile fruit trees are blooming…bursting forth in masses of blooms in hopes of having fruit.

The wind is armed with cruel arrows of 20 m.p.h. to 40 m.p.h. bursts trying to shatter and scatter the blooms.

Now, today, it’s cold. Windy and cold.

The little birds sit in pairs trying to keep warm.

Still the work goes on.  Early morning to late at night.  The spring sunlight breathing cold with the wind, but stunning in the sky.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

April’s Full and Shinning Moon —- Monday, April 30, 2018

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The moon, that beautiful wonderful moon, has been just stunning the last couple of nights.

As we come in from setting the water for the last time of the day, the moon stands clear and full shinning it’s light so white and pure

Gradually the clouds start filling the sky…frosting the moon’s light

By the time the moon starts to set the clouds are growing thicker

Still the moon’s light spreads a wee glow within the clouds

Until completely covered and blurred to our eyes.

The music of the moon sings loud and clear…like a voice in the dark.

Photo by Shannon Brown—Paonia, Colorado

Like a dream.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Stand Right There Wherever You Are—-Sunday, April, 29, 2018

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STOP!

Right THERE!

And lift up your eyes

Rejoice in the everyday

Sing songs to the sun

And sing to the everyday commonness of [your] daily lives.

“Still, what I want in my life

is to be willing

to be dazzled—

to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even

to float a little

above this difficult world.”

― Mary Oliver

From my world to your heart,

Linda

When It’s Over—-Thursday, April 26, 2018

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I know this is rather morbid, but I can’t help it.

For some reason that is where I am today.

Pondering life and being alive.

I woke from bad dreams, after three nights of restless sleep, or sleep so sound my arms and knees were asleep and I woke suddenly thinking something was very wrong with me. VERY WRONG! Wake UP!  Now!

Jerking awake I realized those foreign things call arms and legs were almost useless, which caused me to panic.

Then, I when I am fully awake and realize it was just the fact I had slept too hard and too long in one spot; nothing to be alarmed over. I had to sigh with relief.

Still…I find that today I am pondering being alive–maybe I have been for a spell.  But today it is in full force.

Then I found this poem, by Mary Oliver, and realized others go through this phase also…at least once in their life.

 “When it’s over, I want to say: all my life

I was a bride married to amazement.

I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don’t want to wonder

if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,

or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”

― Mary Oliver

I think leaving this world would/will be hard. There is so much beauty here, so much excitement in everyday living, so much joy in absorbing every moment of every second, that (if I had to explain Heaven) I sometimes wonder if Heaven really is here on earth.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

 

Life Up Your Hearts and Sing!!—-Wednesday, April 25, 2018

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The joy of these warm, spring days is such a blessing.  Although,

When we had rain showers even the earth raises up and sings the praises of the changes of the seasons.

As we start water on each and every field the soil sings — even to the point you can smell the earth in jubilation.

 “Listen–are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?”

― Mary Oliver

So lift up your hearts and sing to the joy of the new seasons changing, where ever it is that your home abides.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

A Fine Spring Day—-Tuesday, April 23, 2018

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We started water on the pinto bean field.  I always enjoy the opening up of a new field.  Although, the work of bringing out the siphon tubes, setting them up, and then getting them started can be a wee bit taxing.

It’s always worth every little bit of extra effort in the long-run.

These marvelous spring days, make my heart and soul and my mind leap for joy.

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?”

― Mary Oliver

My plan?

My plan is to enjoy every second of every minute which is left to me out here on the wild and beautiful world we call earth.

How about you?

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

So In Keeping with the Theme of CLEANING UP STUFF—-Monday, April 23, 2018

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While Terry was off doing something important on the farm, somewhere….I decided it was time to clean up the TRASH pile.  This is the spot where we throw stuff to be sorted later…something that Might have a value i.e., meaning be used again some how.

It had grown to magnificent proportions…flowing not only into my flower beds, but way out into the road and towering enough I was afraid it might topple.

I cleaned and sorted, placed copper in tubs, put steel together, tin together, wire together, rust together…then had Terry look everything over.

After he was satisfied with the fact there was nothing there but junk.  We loaded up the pick-up, strapped everything down and headed to the dump.  In our case The Adobe Landfill—-calling it a dump is so —gauche (lacking grace 🙂 ).

Sometimes I’m stunned at the amount of trash, we as a people can collect.  And here in our dump/landfill no scavenging is allowed.  So the trash all stays right here.  Covered up in the hopes it will eventually over-time rot.

A mountain(s) of trash.

Although, I AM grateful for these landfills–when I was a child, and even when my children were young—-even though there was a city/county dump—some people would go out and ‘dump’ their trash just any old place…out of site out of mind.  Today actions like that are illegal, which is a good thing.

We still have some more things to haul to the metal recycle business in Montrose, but for a spell I need to focus on my yard.

And getting the pinto bean ground wet.  Next week we will start planting corn!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

Towers of Metal Against a Pale Sky of Blue—Sunday, April 22, 2018

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We loaded lots and lots of stuff onto our trailer and headed up to Montrose where a company buys metal of all types

Bales it up and sends it….somewhere to be recycled into something else

I always find this yard fascinating. The amount of metal arriving and being baled is stunning.

Yet there is a symphony of work going on here

And amazing skill these operators of gigantic machines show

Here he is lifting off JUST the old air conditioner WITHOUT disturbing anything else on our trailer.—Amazing!

I stood outside (just like the men) and watched the movement of each and every piece of heavy equipment.  My eyes and mind filled with awe!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Propelled into Motion—-Thursday, April 19, 2018

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I checked the pears…gone.  Most of them anyway. Once more we lost the apricots and the pears.  My lilacs are starting to bud so I hope the temperatures stay up and I can have lilac blooms.  It’s been YEARS since I’ve had any lilac blooms.

The Apple trees are starting to bloom and I noticed buds on the prune and wild plum trees.  Everything is propelling themselves into spring…turning their little hearts toward sun and warmth.

I sure hope it starts to warm up and stay that way.

The clouds came in from the west yesterday—leaving patches of blue sky and warm sun, but completely filling the air from north, south, east, and west over night.

A swoosh of cold air has arrived, although the weather people say we will warm up to 77* today, then drop down to 59* tomorrow with huge winds starting this afternoon.

Which propels me forward for Terry and I are taking a trailer of old metal up to Montrose today and we must load it first! 🙂

So off I go to help gather old engine blocks, scrap metal, and other detritus accumulating here and there.

Have a good one!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

LInda

 

The Wind Blew Away—-Wednesday, April 18, 2018

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I am late today!

Very late!…

LATE!

But I have a very good excuse.  Terry and I had to be at the bottom of the pinto bean field picking up an extremely large branch broken from one of the Johnson cottonwood trees in the huge wind storm yesterday.

Shannon saw us and came out to help so the process went much faster than just the two of us.

Back home now.  Terry is marking out the pinto bean ground so we can start water on that field.  He will be planting pinto beans in about two to three weeks.

The wind left us last night just as the sun started setting—leaving the plants more than slightly leaning over

But the sun sat in a lovely sky all bright and golden, with a true sense of peace falling on the land.

And a hush on everything living.

Wind is so important this time of year; wind brings the sap up from the roots of all the plants and trees, melts the snow and dries the mud.  But that huge massive wind (sometimes 40 m.p.h. gusts) tears upon everything and every one leaving a feeling of being ripped apart.

Then last night the pale wash of moonlight, and the glow of Venus next to the moon, lent a dream-like quality to the cold still air. Everyone and everything breathed deep allowing the stillness of the night of gather in and lend calmness to all.

The cold got down to 22*F –(-5c).  I’m sure the pears have joined the apricots in being frozen for the year.

Still today is bright, tangy with spring, the intoxicating scent of ‘new’ floating over everything.  Joy seems to be bursting forth in song and in my heart!

Well, off now to help Terry set water in the pinto bean field.  But I wanted to make contact with you, before the day grew old.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda