While the wars and manipulations of men
Fill the air with restless, convulsing fear and anger
Our quiet daily lives
(BIG GRASSHOPPER)
Keep steadily onward
The earth sends out old familiar energy
Even bringing forth flowers in the late Summer usually seen only in Spring
The Sun, the Rain, and the clouds sing overhead
The air is rich with the scents of earth, trees, flowers, and green weeds
All these things herded together soothe our souls.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Terry got the conditioner fixed
the swather all re-conditioned and put back together
The hot and jagged Summer days are waning now
The days starting to grow shorter, the sky taking on a different feel, although the sun is still strong. Strong enough to MAKE HAY!
The third cutting of hay signals the end of Summer. (although, it will take a few weeks to get true fall).
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Haze from the smoke settles thickly everywhere now
With hardly a breath of wind
The sun is beautiful trying to break through the blanket of low hanging smoke
Becoming tired of thinking about, trying to breathe,
I decided to take some photos of birds
All fluttering about looking for food
Checking my camera later I realized,
I actually DID get an excellent shot of a Hummingbird in full flight!
I was DELIGHTED! To say the least!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Early this week we were blessed with the shy dancing lights
Of Rainbows!
Our air was full of the scent of Sweet Alyssum, Four O’Clocks and wonderful ozone
As the sun started to set, the sun’s rays broke through the western clouds shining white hot into the immense rain soaked air
Making rainbows in the sky; catching in the fine gossamer of the sprinkler…glinting rainbows upon the heavens and on the earth.
Today I give to you Rainbows!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
No matter how much I wish to ignore the signs…they are here.
Fall has arrived!
The nights are cooler–so much so I must so I must shut the windows in the house by two in the morning.
The Rabbit Brush is starting to bloom, the trees are sporting lighter leaves, even yellow in some places.
The last of this year’s bird babies are rapidly growing and changing. One set fledged yesterday…to the relief of Sam-Sam. These little ones were on the back porch light, causing the parents to very aggressive to Boomer, Sam and Terry and I.
We even have a few leaves starting to leave the trees.
No matter that it is still August…Fall has arrived.
Your friend,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 