When It’s Over—-Thursday, April 26, 2018

I know this is rather morbid, but I can’t help it.

For some reason that is where I am today.

Pondering life and being alive.

I woke from bad dreams, after three nights of restless sleep, or sleep so sound my arms and knees were asleep and I woke suddenly thinking something was very wrong with me. VERY WRONG! Wake UP!  Now!

Jerking awake I realized those foreign things call arms and legs were almost useless, which caused me to panic.

Then, I when I am fully awake and realize it was just the fact I had slept too hard and too long in one spot; nothing to be alarmed over. I had to sigh with relief.

Still…I find that today I am pondering being alive–maybe I have been for a spell.  But today it is in full force.

Then I found this poem, by Mary Oliver, and realized others go through this phase also…at least once in their life.

 “When it’s over, I want to say: all my life

I was a bride married to amazement.

I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don’t want to wonder

if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,

or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”

― Mary Oliver

I think leaving this world would/will be hard. There is so much beauty here, so much excitement in everyday living, so much joy in absorbing every moment of every second, that (if I had to explain Heaven) I sometimes wonder if Heaven really is here on earth.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

 

Re–Arranging—FARM Implements—-Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Terry wanted to rearrange some of the implements over at the equipment storage area so we spent the very cold, windy, down-right chilly, afternoon straightening everything up over there.

But Lucky me…

While we were over there I saw several old fence posts made out of railroad ties.

Lucky, lucky me!  I’ve been needed a few more to finish up my flower beds I’m working on!

YAY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Spring is Breathing Restless—Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Farming-in-the-rain-1

Terry planted corn, in another huge wind storm complete with rain.  It couldn’t be helped. The ground was just at that ‘perfect place’ — not to wet and not to dry.  To wait any longer and the tiny window of opportunity would be gone.

The air was sharp with ozone and wet dirt, extremely cold against my face, when I delivered  sacks of seed to him, or to go get him for lunch.

Boomer would be shivering by the time we got back to the house.

CherriesIt blew and rained off and on all day.  Then cleared late in the evening to allow my lovely sour cherries to freeze (?)  I sure hope not.  I didn’t check the temperature this morning. It was what it was.

But it was cold, so fresh and sharp that it tickled your lungs to breath…by five o’clock I had to start up the woodstove; the heat felt lovely.  It’s still going today and it looks like I will be filling the woodbox for at least five or six more days and nights.

Sigh! This spring is very restless; very wet and cold and windy.

Moving-DamsWe are still creating and setting dams.  Two more and we will be done for the year.

KitchenThis morning I woke the normal silence of the house. House silence isn’t like farm silence– farm silence is full of winds that whisper, the flutter and swish of birds, and the vast sounds of the sky.

Nor is it the disturbed silence of town–the swooshing of tires passing, the slamming of a far away door, a roaming and uneasy always constant movement.

The silence of the house is the dim glow of first light coming through the window…a gradual lighting of the night into day, the feel of slumbering thoughts, of those still sleeping, the pad of Boomer’s feet as he follows me into the kitchen.

The tea kettle’s boiling water signals the day has begun!

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From my world to your heart!

Linda

 

It’s Wet Here-Again-Sunday, April 26, 2015

It’s wet here. Again! Very wet.  We are still setting and changing water.  It doesn’t stop, just because of weather.  I’m tired of wet. I miss the sun.

Although, all this wet has brought on the green, so I guess I had just better thank my lucky stars.  Water is good.

Last evening, though, in-between down-pours, as we were making the last set of the day

Rainbow-1 The clouds parted, allowing the sun to burst forth,

Rainbow-2Bringing with it the most beautiful of natural wonders

Rainbow-3There we were out on the ditch bank, getting soaked and cold, when the sun broke through the clouds and  gave us rainbows.

Now, really, who could ask for more?  Not I.

The first rainbows of the year and I was where I could see them!

YAY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda