After winter we are back in the world of ‘real’ leaving behind that time of dreaming…of planning—a sort of make-believe time, whereby we think of all the things we want to do ‘come spring’.
Saturday Terry got the two new culverts put in and under the driveway. These culverts carry the water from the neighboring fields under our road back into the canal, on it’s way to the other farms below us.
The Red-Winged Blackbirds have decided to live in our thicket of trees and ‘hunt’ along the grass of our lawn…filling our days with restless and constant movement and joyful songs.
Although, the morning air still has the collected cool from the night before I open all my windows giving myself the gift of their songs.
The days are changing rapidly now…more warmth is arriving on the land. And the wind…the wind has come (also)…starting as early as mid-morning; stopping after the sunsets.
It will be this way until all the snow is melted on the Uncompahgre Plateau. By the first of June the wind will have died and the Plateau will be alive with spring flowers and….PEOPLE!
Finally, after last light, we are home. That welcoming refuge of strength and serenity, the soft glow of a few lights, as we settle down for an hour of exquisite delightful relaxation—Terry with a favorite TV show and I with some hand sewing.
Even with all the ‘stuff’ to do….I am so grateful and thankful for the coming of Spring!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
