Written in the Book of Life — Tuesday, July 23, 2019

 

It’s been fun trying to take photos of bugs in flight.  (I know you already know that, but I had to tell you anyway 🙂 🙂  )

Although, I still find it thrilling to get birds in flight

Do you ever come across something in your day that is so perfect

So wonderful that you just must capture it on camera,

So it can stay in that perfect place of perfection forever?

I do. And when I do

I always think to myself: What a gift this life is, what an amazingly beautiful,

meant to be enjoyed, Life we live!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

Those Oddities of Everyday Living—Wednesday, July 10, 2019

The air was heavy a day or so back, bringing with it smoke.

Boomer and jumped on my four-wheeler and headed over to the equipment area to see what was happening….our new neighbors burning brush piles.

Fire always makes me nervous.

ALWAYS!

While in my garden, watering, and weeding I came across

A wee *nasty* house fly sunning its self

Which started me on a wee little journey to photograph a bug or two.

(Isn’t the colors of the wings amazing?)

In the nighttime unseen bugs look like streaks, showing up on a quickly snapped photo

Flying bugs are hard to snap

Unless one is lucky to stun a moth in the flash

Soon I got side-tracked by that wondrous slice of moon.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

Mid-Summer Days—Monday, June 29, 2015

Morning StartTo some working on the land is lonely. Only you and the sky and the earth.  But to me (and to Terry) it isn’t lonely.

CornThere are plants who need our care and plants

Nodding-Thistlewe despair of (the nodding thistle, lovely but a huge nuisance).

Light floods the air and heat shimmers up off the land.  Just to glace upon the brilliance is to think there is nothing but silence there.  But it isn’t true…the song birds fill the air with music and bugs (the good bugs and the not-so-good bugs).

SHIThe new momma deer and her brand new little fawn scamper close to us, not afraid.  They are many generations of deer, who have lived here safe.  We feed them so they stay out of the crops.  They do their part and eat at the pastures.

PAthThe thought always runs in the back of the mind…’my this is pretty.  I feel so tremendously blessed’…all the while acknowledging the inadequacy of the word blessed.

Your friend on a western Colorado Farm

Linda