MOM! MOM!!! MOM!!!! LOOK!
WOW! HUGE BIG BIRD!!! (Three army helicopters flew very close over us—it was loud, amazing and heart thumping)
Rastrophiliopustrocity (n.) A spontaneous combustion of creative spark that is followed by action in order to manifest and bring into existence.
Boo Berry
“LET ME IN, DAD!!! IT’S SCARY OUT HERE!!”
TLC
Our world is now all green and growing
The trees are speaking to us and to each other, while they wake up putting out new shiny leaves.
Gifts are everywhere, beckoning us to stop and look and listen
Once more I was gifted with a lovely heart-in-the-making rock—lying there scattered at my feet.
A gift given to me through no action of my own, but to look down, and be grateful for this beautiful free largesse.
I feel so humble and joyful all at once.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
THE WATER HAS COME!!!!
And the Barn Swallows are BACK!
And I actually have a few blooms!
YAY! We are on the way to True SPRING!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The alfalfa is growing rapidly now
The grass field is showing perfect clumps of grass
Soon!
Very soon Terry will mark these fields out (three alfalfa fields and one grass) and we start the water on them.
The only thing we are waiting on is for the canals to fill.
Then we begin; twice a day, every day for the rest of Spring, Summer, and middle of Fall, irrigation!
Soon! VERY SOON!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
As dusk turns into night
And the world turns to shadows.
Our minds have also grown calm and muted.
Rest.
It is a very good thing.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s been more than miserable here the last several days
The wind has been as wild and dirty as any time I can remember—-You are looking at the sun going down in DIRT
Not only is your voice snatched away in the wind
It’s also cold. With the ditches and canal full of trash and weeds from the wind.
It’s terribly miserable, with a feeling of menace.
ALTHOUGH! For a rare and beautiful moment
We saw a faint but lovely burst of light, for just a second…But that was enough.
Perfect!
Onward we go!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We have been cleaning up around the farm. Moving things here and there, hauling stuff to the dump, sorting things into piles for Rec-Metals, and raking and cleaning around the buildings
Even though the huge heavy work,
of the main production part of the farm is no longer ours, the hillsides, the flat tops of the hills, the pastures (six of them) and the upkeep of the farm itself is still ours.
PLUS…the shrinking of my yard
Sometimes the works seem endless (since some of this had to be put off until we had time)
But yesterday after lunch we rented a stump grinder and began
It too three steady hours
To reduce it to this!
Now I get to level and seed it to grass! YaY!
So exciting…a clean, new slate to give life to a new dream!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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
The rhythm of our life
The Joy upon our faces and
the sunshine on the land
Morning, noon, and night.
This is the rhythm of our days
The rhythm of the land
The daily rhythm
Even in the way dark of the night
We spend it chasing water
This is the rhythm of our lives!
(Pretty bad, but I couldn’t get that song the Rhythm of the Night out of my head—tee hee)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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