I opened my email yesterday to find a message from a long-time blog reader KageDog, who lives in Cedaredge, Colorado.
She lives high on a hill — here is what she wrote: “Linda, I thought you might like this even though it’s not a rainbow. 🙂 Devil’s Thumb from our deck at dusk last night. Hope you are having a great day!”
Devil’s Thumb is that distinctive point way over there in the Badlands.
WOW! Really neat! Thank you, Kagedog!
Love,
Linda
After a long-icy day of snow, sleet, sideways wind, and air so chilled nothing tried to move
The storm left us with a distinct feeling of relief—the driving needles of the sideways sleet, augmented now and then with huge bursts of sleetless wind; nothing sticking to the ground
a huge chill came to today’s vast blue sky.
The wild birds are back pecking at full tilt on the feeders, making up for the fat lost by a day of hovering wherever they hovered.
This morning’s sunrise lite up the few remaining clouds and the lack of strong wind sang peace to me. Inspite of the cold.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
A big storm blew in last night. The air buoyant with sleet and cold.
Late last evening we took a wee walk-about, buttoning down all the hatches and feeding the equines some carrots, and giving them lots of pets and love
This morning the sky was gray the air energetic with wind so rough it was almost hard to stand up in it.
It’s sleeting now…coming in sideways from the west…tiny little flakes that beat into your skin and feel more like hail than snow.
If you look outside the things in the distance are all shrouded and filled with mystery–the pearl-gray light making known objects look unreal
The many and varied bird feeders swing wildly in the rush of the wind…no birds clinging to the little wires…hunkered down someplace safe I’m sure.
Terry went with me on my late night walk during the night…this time we only went as far as the equipment area; the wind was too sharp and the visible whirling sleet a tad too much to enjoy the steps and strides.
So for the rest of the day we will hunker down, I will make soup, we will watch football, and take a nap…the world is full of winter today. (Which is a good thing)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
After doing ‘not much’ all day yesterday I decided I had better get to moving and bring the firewood in for the night.
But on my way to the wood pile I felt the tiredness starting to lift from my body, mind and soul
The air was still, the sky blue, and the sun just starting to set. I had waited a tad long to ‘get busy’ you see.
I’m glad I did.
The golden light brightened the frigid air; highlighting the brown and dormant plant life in my yard.
Putting the empty wheelbarrow down Boomer and took off for a wee walk…letting the cold brighten my skin, the fresh air stripped away the warmth of the house, the tiredness which enveloped me from the start of the day until…
I went out for the nights wood supply.
Boomer and I walked a quarter of a mile, not very far, but enough — breathing in the last of the bright blue day, breathing in the gold and rose quarts glow of the coming night. The farm was beautiful in the lavender glow of the twilight sky.
Walking back toward the house the Paonia Mountains picked up that amazing color, the one which makes me feel like I’m looking at the world through rose-colored glasses.
As the day lost it’s hold upon the land, the air picked up into a faint little breeze
And the last dramatic rays of light filled everything and everyone with flush of prefect color called perfection!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
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Yesterday was a odd sort of day for me —
Although, I had a very busy day.
Now today I am tired.
Tired enough I can’t seem to get myself moving.
So please forgive me the lateness of this post. And my slowly dragging along.
The day has warmed up from a very chilly start and I must get busy.
The sun is shining, there isn’t a cloud in the sky, and the air is still.
It short it is beautiful
I really can’t ask for more.
Tomorrow I promise to be back to myself,
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Yesterday evening I had to run to town for some milk for today’s breakfast; the shadows were falling long, pink and orange, with a cold wind shaking the bare branches of trees and shivering skin.
I hurried in and then quickly started home. I HATE missing even one second of the beauty of the coming night.
Sometimes the sky makes me feel like I walk in a dream. A good dream, where life is quiet and welcoming.
Where Silence gives a sense of true unabiding peace.
Early Morning light all golden and shading toward blue, stretching until the early morning mist disappears starting another day—another point in time I hate to miss.
Today the wind is gone, the sky is a clear and bright blue.
We are extremely dry, with huge concerns what next farming season will bring…will there be enough water to plant, if not what do I plant? It’s the talk anytime two farmers get together.
It’s all befuddling.
Still there are those amazing beginnings and endings to each and every day…promising beauty and peace and hope and happiness (at least in my mind).
One second at a time…that’s really all we have.
My world to your heart,
Linda
I was out by the grain bins this morning coming back from a short walk-about, when I saw several geese land in the field I was walking by
I was delighted!
I have been hollering to the large skeins of geese, as they fly by, that they are always welcome here.
Now Romeo and Lady were coming on to the same corn field. As I stayed there and watched Lady the Mule walked as fast as she could to the rustling flock–walked right into the flock scattering the geese.
The geese rose up in a little tiny flutter to get out of Lady’s way…then settled down in a flurry of feathers.
Up Lady came again scattering the geese so she could pass by.
I was a little afraid the geese would all rise up and fly away, but they didn’t. Just settled themselves over a small way and started pecking up loose corn.
Then that silly mule decided she has reached the perfect spot to take her morning DUST bath. Down she went…rolling this way and that way, so hard and fast the dust rose off the ground in puffs.
Romeo just looked at her twisting and rolling—-and walked right on by like a bath of that nature were not for him (today).
A short little pleasant story, to start the day.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Today I have entered into the last year of the sixtieth years of my life.
Today I am 69.
All those many seconds, minutes, hours, days and weeks of my past has come together allowing me to live for one more year upon this amazing, beautiful, stunning earth we all call home.
Each day has brought with it a true sense of satisfaction, in the (now) era of old age.
I am ever grateful for all that I have, for Terry, our children and grandchildren, and for each of you— my friends.
The world can seem like place of suffering, but it is also a place of healing…it’s all in the way we choose to look upon it.
No greater joy is there, than being given each and every day to experience life to it’s fullness.
Thank you for coming along with me on this amazing journey called everyday living.
Love,
Linda
January 10th we had rain!
Moisture falling from a pale gray sky
Beautiful and wet!
We took the day off and went to Grand Junction, where we learned they also were experiencing this wonderful phenomenon…Moisture!
YAY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
196 cows! Gradually over the month of December the 100 head of cows grew by 96 more
Lots of cows!
Many cows!
As with cows…there are always those ‘clever’ ones who are NOT afraid of the electric fence
Many times in the last week they were here Terry and I had the privilege of putting them back in
Not just in the daytime, but nighttime also
After several times of chasing cows
Running through the night
The enchantment of the cows wore off quickly.
Come Saturday morning, just before noon. The rancher and his crew arrived
Off they went to another farm on Falcon road.
Regnegade cows—just like regnegade people, chickens, dogs, cats exist anywhere! 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm!
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