A small teasing wind started blowing around Two O’clock yesterday afternoon
When suddenly the clouds burst open
Causing Terry to come in as quickly as possible
Still not soon enough
Wet was the word.
Perfect for the earth, the plants, and the air!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
“Embrace and love your body. It is the most amazing thing you will ever own.” Author Unknown
We started hauling our winter’s heat yesterday.
We only got one and a half cords. 4 and 1/2 to go.
Today I rest.
Well, not rest, exactly, but I will do other things: like weed, iron, and water— light work.
I need to wash windows, but it just isn’t going to happen anytime soon.
I also need to paint the inside and outside of the house. I’ve needed to do this since March.
Maybe in August. Maybe.
I will just have to wait and see. The firewood must come first.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We have been having afternoon/evening/nighttime showers.
They are random and quick.
Building up; crashing and booming with lightning and thunder
It’s amazing and marvelous all at once.
Friday night in our town, they had an outstanding experience of an inch of rain in 30 minutes.
Where we live we got lovely, just right, rain. The air clean and refreshed. The air sparkling.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We seem to have been extremely busy of late
So much happening, good times
And a wee bit of work-over-load
So, today, I am slowing myself down
I feel immensely tired for some reason.
See you in tomorrow morning!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Although Terry is not ‘farming’ this year, there is always something to do out on the land
There are ‘things’ which must be done, no matter what, if a person wishes to keep the farm in good repair
Which means fences must be checked and maintained,
the farm fire road in good and serviceable condition
And repairs here and there on this and that.
But one thing about not being on the production part of the farm is there is time.
Which is a very nice thing when one is 70 and the other is 75.
🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I’ll bet you are able to read the future
It’s there for all to see
the time ahead
You just have to open your eyes
And understand
What you are seeing.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Linda
It’s been fun trying to take photos of bugs in flight. (I know you already know that, but I had to tell you anyway 🙂 🙂 )
Although, I still find it thrilling to get birds in flight
Do you ever come across something in your day that is so perfect
So wonderful that you just must capture it on camera,
So it can stay in that perfect place of perfection forever?
I do. And when I do
I always think to myself: What a gift this life is, what an amazingly beautiful,
meant to be enjoyed, Life we live!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I, like you, believe our Ancestors and beloved friends are close.
Waiting for us to join them.
Death is not an easy thing
Hard on the one who is passing and hard on those left behind.
Yet, I think the thread, which binds us, is a form of magic
A place without pain, a place beyond tears, not like our place of everyday living
I feel so blessed to have had that tiny
fragment from the shadows
An amazing gift from my Dad.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I was standing in my kitchen ironing yesterday
When a wild wind blew up
It was part of a rainstorm racing along the Uncompahgre Plateau, filling the canyons with droplets of very wet liquid
The storm was rambunctious, but only on the plateau
I continued ironing, watching the storm clouds throwing spears of lightening
When suddenly the back door flew open. I turned quickly thinking I also heard a pick-up drive up
The door opened; banged and I heard “LINDA!”
“What”, I replied. Feeling very puzzled.
Twice more the door flew open and twice more I heard my name
Then I realized it was my Dad calling me for the voice then said: “Come here, Linda”. (Or did he say: “I am here, Linda.”?)
I went to the door and then on outside; standing on the back step my heart fluttering in my rib cage
I wasn’t afraid, just eager to see my Dad again.
Just once more. To actually see him and hold his hand, like I was a tot again.
But, of course, he wasn’t there. There was only the wind, the yard, and a storm dropping lush moisture on canyon rims.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
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
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