Boo Berry and I were walking along the canal bank when I came across these lovely cattails blowing in the wind.
It was such a delightful sight.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Finally, after all the sun and the freezing and the thawing
We can walk on the farm now without being sucked down into the mud
The light breaking through to highlight the Adobie badlands seemed to shimmer in the evening air.
It was a bit of magic sitting there in frozen air–I feel grateful for seeing and getting to photograph the sparkle.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
And the wind.
The wind is lifting the leaves and drying them —causing a type of dancing-in-the-wind sort of feeling
Mud is the story now–lots of it
LaVerne, our mule, says she doesn’t care–mud, no mud, life is always the sensation of joy for her!
(We are melting fast now. Which is a good thing.)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Although, I must confess I love the gossamer loveliness of the snow
The shadows drifting over the lawn
The thick chunks stuck in the bushes
And the whispy snowballs perched on the tree branches 
It’s beautiful! (We just stopped thinking about the harvest—it’s the only way to go forward).
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Friday we woke up to this
It snowed most of the day—then started melting in the late afternoon
Then more snow overnight
Stopped we are for a spell.
The snow is lovely, wet, and heavy. A gift—we will take.
The harvest will happen again—as soon as we dry back out. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda