Called the sun!
And the amazing
AMAZING!
Light!
I love the glow of light just at the break in the horizon
Or spilling through the cracks in the clouds
The reddish glow through the horrid smoke
Ahhh
How the sun makes the clouds beautiful!
Bringing life to everything and everyone upon the earth.
“You don’t have to fit in. The real fun begins when you stop trying to blend in and just start being you.” Jennifer Coolidge
From my heart to your world,
Linda
There is a small window of time in August when you can feel the ending of Summer
A stillness —- a time of mellow quiet
I felt it last night. A promise of over-the-top heat ending and the mellow ripeness of Autumn coming.
A Turn is starting to occur. We may still have some heat, but not like before, for not as long.
Not for long.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
This Mourning Dove watched me take out my camera—always watching as I snapped away, while it whirled through the air.
Eerily wonderful!
What a gift!
I yelled, “THANK YOU!” as it eagerly left!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Chapter Eight
Off Mom (and Dad) and I went on the four-wheeler…. time to change the water.
Mom sat me down.
I hung around for a time, watching Mom.
Pretty soon Mom was caught up in digging and shoveling and—you know, Stuff.
So Off I went.
Heck, there are things to see and stuff to learn about out on the farm, hanging with Mom and Dad is rather BORING!
I snuffled and sniffed my way over to WAIT!
“Hey, Hi, Stanley!
Stanley stopped munching on the peanuts Mom puts out for him.
“Hey, Boomer! Long time no see!”
I just started to make myself comfortable when Stanley came to attention, then suddenly jumped down; ZOOM he was gone.
I wonder what scared him.
Nothing happening out here, but a flock of corn birds flying around.
I looked up just then
and saw HAWK!
OH! That’s enough to scare anyone!
Just about that time I heard Mom hollering for me… “BOOMER LET’S GO!”
Okay.
Time to go.
I trotted back to Mom. She picked me up and sat me right back down on my comfy spot on the four-wheeler.
“Forward we go, Mom!” I yipped.
Forward we go!
(From Pinterest)
We had a wee project to accomplish, which took us to Paonia, Colorado, after lunch yesterday.
The first thing that greeted us a few miles out of Delta, was CONSTRUCTION!
The lines went on and on…those stopped and the line we were in.
Courage was required. As the shadows slanted and grew long.
But the Gods were with us, we only had to wait for five minutes, and only when we started back toward Delta.
What a nightmare that would be, if you had to travel to-and-fro for work!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The sky filled with smoke more than ever before yesterday.
Leaving not a smidge of blue sky anywhere
Tendrils of smoke wafted around our heads, in our eyes, and settled upon our skin
The whole sky had a grey sheen to it
The air smelled of forests burning,
the taste of wood ash on our tongues
the smoke lay heavy although smoke itself is not heavy
It might as well be
It comes in such a volume it weights on all lungs — human, animal, bugs, and plants
That breathing is a stress upon itself.
Gradually the sun turned the sky to pink and the smoke turned the sun red
As the western side of the United States continues to burn.
With sadness your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Way back in June I sat about making a couple of Hummingbird swings….
I hung them and waited…and waited…and waited…then last night
As the sun faded quickly from the heavens, and the night air scented with the smell of Four O’clocks and sweet Lilies
Several of those tiny flying jewels tried out the swing!!!
I WAS DELIGHTED! (to say the least 🙂 )
Then while I watched and waited, for that perfect photo, of a hummingbird on a swing…a little wasp decided to see what all the fuss was about. I had to laugh-out-loud as the joy that little swing has brought, not just to me, but those creatures living in our yard!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
“There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is.”
Albert Einstein
Thursday evening was such a day
We followed rainbows
All the way home!
Linda
I just HAD to post again some photos of our Sunday flight!
The tip of silver wings
Our part of California Mesa. The Swirly gray areas are the foot hills of the mesa, which then drops off into Roubidoux Canyon.
Okay. I’ll stop this now. It was just the neatest treat!
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 