Summer, That Beautiful Time of the Year —- Tuesday, August 13, 2019

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I love summer, idyllic warm (even hot) summer days.

I plan all fall, winter, and spring for this time, for summer.

The land is heavy as it nears harvest

The heat massive and somnolent

Butterflies and Hummingbirds sailing along in the warm air

The Bumblebees and Honeybees so heavy with pollen their buzz even sounds labored

Our August nights have now become mild,

a sweet chill on the air before the sun warms the sky—giving the earth a spectral look,  As though the Otherworld is peaking through.

Summer, each and every day dazzles; my heart, my mind, and my eyes.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

Simplicity/Borrowed Time—Monday, August 13, 2018

We loaded out a hay customer in 100* weather yesterday.  (37.7778c).  Exhausting all of us.  The last bale placed on the hay trailer at 2:40 p.m.

Since Karen now had the long drive back to her Dairy in Edwards, Colorado, we decided a quick break in town for a small lunch would be just the thing.

Then home again and she was off with her load of hay for her lovely milk cows.

Later that evening, after supper and water changes… Terry said

Let’s give ourselves a break and go for a ride

Off we went into a sherbet-colored sky

Then home again, home again as the air started to cool.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

Stamped Upon the Heart and Brain—Thursday, August 13, 2015

xSometimes in the evening (after irrigation is done) we sit, Terry and I, upon the outside chairs.

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If we get in Before the sunsets.  Last night was one of those nights.

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We relaxed and let the evening take over…the little swallow family was busy feeding the tiny mouths for the long, long rest until morning.

The hummingbirds zoomed by us, filling up for their night, Boomer lay on my feet and Sam-Sam our outside kitty sat on Terry’s lap purring.  In the bathroom window, Monkey the house cat (because she eats birds) lay stretched out longing to be outside with us.  But birds come first on our farm.

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It was one of those moments when you are aware of your own heartbeat.  A watching.  A space in time, which stamps itself upon your heart, brain and soul. A moment instantly recalled in every detail for the rest of your life.

Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,

Linda

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Fall is in the air!  Every day I see more yellow leaves turning up in the trees!

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We had to run up to our lake on Grand Mesa

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while our company was here….stunningly we saw fresh snow on the ground.

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The little chipmunks were very active – I think they now their time for storing is just about over.

Chipmunk

Terry and I decided that we just can’t get away from  the place to haul the much more needed firewood so we ordered more in, now we have a mess to sort through, but at least we are NOT having to go “GET IT”.  It will work this time for us … we will see what next year brings.

Leaves-turning

Misty had a terrible reaction to a new drug so she is with me today.  Please keep your prayers, magic thoughts and crossed fingers in place for a little while longer — we are desperately in need of them.

Your friend,

Linda