“Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable”–Mary Oliver
Not so long ago–we were enjoying days that lasted long, long, long
And now our days are shortening—
heading us closer to that time of little daylight
But for, right now, in August—we are experiencing heat! Oh, how I love Summer,
But, for the first time EVER!
The heat is doing me in.
Sigh!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The smoke is thickly here, looming and seething into every crack, washing everything in grey vapors.
The smoke is thick enough we can’t see the beginning of the cornfields
unless we are close
Air quality is terrible.
Still, the regular work goes on.
Although, this is miserable for us…
I am fully aware
We are experiencing the result of someone, somewhere losing everything they own, whether human, or animal, or Forrest.
Smoke is the result of huge sparks and flames; taking away everyone’s dreams.
My heart goes out to each soul and all lives experiencing these horrible, horrible fires.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
The heat has abated…leaving the morning with a feel of Autumn [or is it Spring?] in the air
Terry has finished planting the last field on our place to alfalfa
The soil has that wonderful smell of thirsty ground getting wet for the first time this year
A clean smell, a smell, like a sigh of relief
Friday morning we saw tiny little sprouts along the furrows we had finished watering
A very good industrious sign of new growth
The last set of the day
Water shimmering and glittering across the land as the earth heads into darkness.
The glimmer of the sun on the water (although only visible if you look for it)
Priceless.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The smoke blew away during the day. Leaving us with soft puffy white clouds.
There were two new fires yesterday…one in Gateway,
And one around Delores, Colorado—adding to smoke coming over the Uncompahgre Plateau
Still, there were moments of the bluer sky and puffer white clouds
Still, there was a rightness in our yard and on the farm
The little hummingbirds buzzed around us as we moved to and fro and in and out
Their movements and chatter a melody.
It’s easy to stop all work and just sit still watching them
Letting time and work slip by like water in the canal
The silence left, after the wind dies down, filled with the buzz
Of tiny wings
And chatter as they vie for places along the feeders
Peace
and tranquility, and calm
Experienced while watching those tiny flying jewels called Hummingbirds.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
We had rain and thunder storms off and on yesterday, but today (so far) it feel all warm and sunny.
Today I must go out and weed! All this lovely wet weather has brought on bloom’s, weeds and the feeling of Fall.
The pinto beans are starting to get ripe. The yellow leaves are an indication. We will still keep watering them, as the beans in the pods need to fill out and swell the pods. Harvest looks like sometimes in September. But only time will tell.
The corn is starting fill out also—kernels are in the milk. Then they will be in the dough, after, which, it will be time to take the water off and let the corn dry down.
This is NOT sweet corn, but the corn you have for corn meal, cereal, and animal food.
Although, we are just starting the month of August the days feels more like September here. We are seeing weeds maturing like they usually do in September, and other weeds, which only start to grow the last part of August in full maturity.
(Storm over Grand Mesa)
It makes Terry and I wonder if we are going to have a early fall. Although, we could have a early freeze and then a long warmish fall, before winter actually sets in.
I guess only time will tell. Until then I’m going to enjoy every bit of summer we have left!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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