A Gift of Earth and Sky—Thursday, July 23, 2020

I sometimes get to thinking this blog is rather repetitious

I seem to only write about the sky, the plants on the farm

My yard

Irrigating…morning, noon, night

Animals which move around in the night

And the day

The worker bee of the farm...the whole farm runs on this one person, you do understand

Sometimes I liven things up a tad

OR a daytime sighting of a typically nocturn fox

Oh, Yes, I forgot we do have the returning deer

And the joyful visit of grandchildren and granddogs

And that sweet little beagle

And that very independent cat.

Not only the work of spring, summer, and fall, the work of winter

I suppose it may be repetitious

It is our life…

Shared with you on this wee little space in time

a miracle on our tiny spot of Earth and Sky

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

I Sometimes Wonder — Tuesday, June 30, 2020

It’s been hot here of late, hot with a hot wind; a hot continuous wind

But that is not what I have been wondering about

I’ve been wondering about our world,

And for sure the crazy, frenzied, over-the-top actions going on in our nation

The anger, the destruction, the need to —- ?

Makes me think we are repeating a very old theme in history—

(This is the moon 🙂 )

That theme of gain and cost.  The desire to broaden command over valuable resources

at which (at the very same time) those same resources we are all absolutely reliant on as essentials.

I hope we have (not) now entered a time of unstoppable cultural fracturing.

I often think of Liebig’s law, of the ‘law of the minimum” 

Which is deceptively simple: our limits are set, not by the maximum of necessary things, but by the minimum which is available.

Just a short trip the grocery store points that out to me in glaring shards of light

It’s thought-provoking

While I ponder this in an off and on manner.  Saturday evening we had rain

No matter how tight vital supplies are, how hard they are to get, how expensive they are to purchase — and how angry and over-the-top destructive things become—-there is always hope!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

P.S.  Please don’t write to me scathing comments about how wrong I am and I need to get my head out of the sand, or other mean things. Ugly never produces positive feelings. Therefore, I won’t approve your comment for I do like to live my life in hope.

Hugs to each and every one of you!

 

 

The Earth’s Blessing —- Thursday, November 21, 2019

While out-and-about, looking at the sky through the tiny lens on my camera

The two hens and Beaglie following me

Mindy choosing to NOT get in the way of two hens (they like to chase her–making her a wee bit unnerved.)

I happened upon a lovely gift of  heart…waiting there in the shadows of other rocks

A marvelous gift all dressed in gray!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

In the Hidden Glimmer of Cloud Covered Moonlight—Tuesday, November 12, 2019

The sunset casting orange and pink lights along the Western sky; flinging light of soft pale pink, orange, and lavender in the East.

The full moon of November (the Beaver Moon) 

Rose quickly through the high, scudding, pink-colored clouds

Casting a half-light on the high branches of the freeze-dried leaves.

Shrouded in lavender clouds the full moon’s light

Petenerated, in a soft glow.

(And I was there to see 🙂  )

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Vanishing for a Time — Wednesday, September 25, 2019

You know you have read a good book when you turn the last page and it feels like you’ve lost a good friend!”—Paul Sweeney

The air warmed up causing Terry and me to crave a little magic in our day

Everything was done, or at least to points whereby we were tired of doing them

So we loaded up and took off

(game camera photo by the game camera I have up to take photos of raccoons 🙂 )

Nice!

A Special little God-given adventure!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Wisp of a Tiny Story —- Thursday, July 18, 2019

Somewhere up there in that vast wonderous sky

Must live Angels

Or possibly demons—(Maybe the demons live on earth, or under the earth somewhere)

Maybe it isn’t Angels, for they are very busy running prayers to the proper Diety to answer them.

And we all know there are masses and masses of prayers heading to Heaven every moment of every day and night.

Maybe it is, hmmm

A wonderous being who is in charge of Clouds

Yes, that is it!

A couple, Man and Woman, who look after the silver-edged clouds

Tugging them here and there

Creating shadows on the earth

Which race across the land

Or leave the sky blank so the clouds are only memories

But when the couple, who are in charge of clouds, decide

To fill the sky with that fragile mist

And the Sun God allows the rays of his beautiful sun to be captured in the clouds

The world is bathed in colors so wild and marvelous it is a wonder to behold.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

They Dominate the Sky —- Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Those enormous whisps of vapor

Massive and glowing

Sometimes so low I feel like I could reach up and touch them

And sometimes there is a stray cloud or two sitting closely on the ground, which touches me (and you)

Even when the morning shadows stripe the earth,

The light of the early dawn beginning to glow causes the clouds to glimmer

Colors lighting the sky so vibrantly

I feel like the Angels are singing to the earth.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Boy, Does Time Fly—Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Here we are the very first day of Spring!  2019 Spring Equinox

Happy Spring everyone!

To add to that joyous news is my wee announcement from WordPress:

Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com!

You registered on WordPress.com 12 years ago.

Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.

Gosh, how fast time have flown…not the easing of life between each season; spring, summer, fall and winter

But the years…it doesn’t seem like 12 years.  Yet over those 12 years, I have made many wonderful friends through this blog.

Each one of you a jewel in my day and a gift to my heart!

Thank you, everyone!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

This Day Spells Winter’s End —- Tuesday, March 5, 2019

After a long, long morning of deep dripping clouds

The wind pushed and shoved and tumbled the clouds and moisture away

Away, away to the east whereby the time the sun started setting

The utter hopelessness and weariness of winter was no more

Then the gentle sky and the soggy earth spoke of melting snow and the promise to come of

SPRING’s Brightness.

This morning the sun has foretold the end of WINTER!

YAY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Sky Sings to Us from the OtherWorld—-Thursday, February 28, 2019

Sometimes I think I can hear singing from the Heavens

The sounds shimmering in the sky and across the land

A sound so beautiful it feels like I can see the chorus; filtering through the clouds on the beams of light

Just there in the landscape lit so lovingly by the setting sun

The notes falling and rising in a ghost song…the choir those who love us (but have passed on) singing a bedtime lullaby: Sleep tight, we are here, you are safe…rest.

From my world to your heart,

Linda