The Wisp of a Tiny Story —- Thursday, July 18, 2019

Somewhere up there in that vast wonderous sky

Must live Angels

Or possibly demons—(Maybe the demons live on earth, or under the earth somewhere)

Maybe it isn’t Angels, for they are very busy running prayers to the proper Diety to answer them.

And we all know there are masses and masses of prayers heading to Heaven every moment of every day and night.

Maybe it is, hmmm

A wonderous being who is in charge of Clouds

Yes, that is it!

A couple, Man and Woman, who look after the silver-edged clouds

Tugging them here and there

Creating shadows on the earth

Which race across the land

Or leave the sky blank so the clouds are only memories

But when the couple, who are in charge of clouds, decide

To fill the sky with that fragile mist

And the Sun God allows the rays of his beautiful sun to be captured in the clouds

The world is bathed in colors so wild and marvelous it is a wonder to behold.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

God is Here and Every Where —- Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Goodness is very simple

Goodness is God in action

Duty is imposed by others…but to practice and do good…is all about God.

Or so I believe.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Trying to Capture — Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Trying to photograph birds in flight has me deleting many, many photos

It’s rather a surprise when I actually get a good one

Most of the time the snaps show blurs

Or just wings or tail feathers

Where it is hard to figure out just WHAT

It is I’m trying to get in a photo.

Ah well, at least I can delete and try, try again!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Simple Things Bring Joy —- Monday, July 15, 2019

(Loki 1 and 1/2 years old)

Loki came for a visit

Running is such a fun thing

(Peeps three years old)

Running with friends

(A very old fat little sweetheart, Boomer)

Priceless.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

It’s Summertime—Sunday, July 14, 2019

It’s summertime…my most favorite time of the year

Long days full of work, but also free hours to do as one wants

Although, the days are full of heat (we are having upwards of 99* to 104* of heat ( 37. c to 40c)

I find the heat a joy.

Although, Terry would much prefer the deep dark days of winter

Not me!!! I want to experience each day of summer following the silk threads

Of sunshine showing gold upon the land

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

In that Brilliant Lance of Light —- Wednesday, July 11, 2019

When that Golden Hour comes, not always, but when it does

It pushes light into every shadow, tosses dispair aside

Brightens the air, the ground; creating light so pure it collapses everything else.

Once there…the golden light creates its own shadows warping all living things into waves which ride the light.

The brilliant light that touches everything!

Then it’s gone.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Those Oddities of Everyday Living—Wednesday, July 10, 2019

The air was heavy a day or so back, bringing with it smoke.

Boomer and jumped on my four-wheeler and headed over to the equipment area to see what was happening….our new neighbors burning brush piles.

Fire always makes me nervous.

ALWAYS!

While in my garden, watering, and weeding I came across

A wee *nasty* house fly sunning its self

Which started me on a wee little journey to photograph a bug or two.

(Isn’t the colors of the wings amazing?)

In the nighttime unseen bugs look like streaks, showing up on a quickly snapped photo

Flying bugs are hard to snap

Unless one is lucky to stun a moth in the flash

Soon I got side-tracked by that wondrous slice of moon.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

They Dominate the Sky —- Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Those enormous whisps of vapor

Massive and glowing

Sometimes so low I feel like I could reach up and touch them

And sometimes there is a stray cloud or two sitting closely on the ground, which touches me (and you)

Even when the morning shadows stripe the earth,

The light of the early dawn beginning to glow causes the clouds to glimmer

Colors lighting the sky so vibrantly

I feel like the Angels are singing to the earth.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Riding the Sky in a Rush—Monday, July 8, 2019

Looking up

In that impossibly wondrous sky

Are those marvelous flying machines

Traveling from here to there and even beyond, into worlds not known

Part of the heavens, yet still of the earth.

From my world your heart,

Linda

 

 

A Thousand Sunsets—Sunday, July 7, 2019

In that Pulse of time

Called Evening

That Forever place where the air mists

And reaches into the sunrays

Or is it the other way round

The sunrays reach up and beyond the shadows

Tickling the clouds; washing them in the sunshine of color.

Sometimes sunsets only flick the clouds in pastels

the Air turning into lavenders and purples

Or a wind shifting drift of sherbert vapor.

Then, in a rare moment, those amazingly special sometimes, when the colors are like flames

Lighting up not only the air, and water, but also the earth and everything on it!

From my world to your heart,

Linda