They are so interesting. It looks like they are a comb; combing the air.
If you know, could you let me know?
“I am a willow of the wilderness, loving the wind that bent me.”–Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We loaded up and headed to the last pull of the year—the Delta County Fair, in Hotchkiss, Colorado
First Place! Not Bad.
“Gardening is an instrument of grace.”—May Sarton
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Hummmm
There is something up there
Maybe…
I can
“NO!” Mom yelled. “YOU STOP THAT, TLC!!!!”
(Dang it!)
TLC
“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”–Paulo Coelho
The sun was just right…shining heavily in the west
When I noticed the absolute stillness of the herb garden
And the busy, busy, brisk, buzzing of a very wonderful bumble bee
As I stood still in this small enchanted place
I realized, sometimes sanctuary,
Is made up of peaceful sounds, the trilling of happy birds, a slight breeze,
and Color.
Creating an enchanting little place free from all the problems of other people; sharing in the obscure tiny lives of tiny little souls who live there.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Common Pheasant….he is a great one to scare a person by squawking and flying up suddenly at your feet 🙂
Hunting, hunting, hunting.
And that wonderful little nymph-like spirit
Called
Hummingbird….riding like a wisp on the currents of our air.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The heat has risen to over 100* for the last few days, 102*, 103*f (37.77c) sometimes with wind; a hot wind, sometimes not. Just hot still air. (I am NOT complaining, for I LOVE SUMMER!)
It’s hard to keep things wet, but so far we are doing okay.
The really bad thing about this weather
Ever!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sometimes I wonder. Where do all those fantasies we dreamed of, as young children, vanish too?
They seem to become lost somewhere between growing up and growing old
I have spent some time pondering this: looking back upon some of my childhood dreams and desires
Their radiance of possibly more like a thin vapor in my old age
Still, within the scudding, mundane chores and routines of every day
They surely are there in the shielding cover of adulting.
Sometimes I get a wee spark of that time, of years long gone, when the possibility of life and being alive and creating a space in the time called living shine forth once more.
A place where it is easy to listen to the voice of your childhood dreams
Where the shaded windows of your own soul wake up and you remember and feel the excitement all over again.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The wind blew in a rain storm last night; slamming huge drops of water into the west side of the house. The dog and cat made a mad running dash to the house before me, but had to wait as only I (or Terry) can open the door for them.
This morning we woke to thick clouds overhead. A curtain of mist rising off the fields, and the flash-frying heat of the last few days…GONE!!!
The air is cool and wonderful, bringing relief to the plants, the animals and us! The thick scents of the wet ground and the bathed plants insinuate themselves through the open screened windows and the screened doors.
We are all rejoicing! Cool moisture, after searing heat, is such a blessing! It makes one want to dance. Although, dancing in Colorado rain is a very chilling experience.
From my world to your heart!
Linda
I’ve been working in my yard…weeding.
I have company coming on Thursday.
I want to get my yard weeded and watered then I will straighten the house. I have the windows washed and the floors mopped anything other than that isn’t going to happen.
These little acts are protection against my worrying about worrying.
A bit of preservation of the mind.
Once they have come, I will not think about those things again. Just enjoy the time together.
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,
Linda
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