I wonder what it would be like to be inside a cloud
Or even like riding on a cloud—–like Elijah ()
Is it pleasant, with a diffused light, or exciting and vibrant like we see from Earth?
Ah! Yes! I do wonder.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The sun has been seen so rarely all this late fall, winter, and now early spring
That when we do have it we are over-wrought with
Immense joy.
I would like to hang onto the joy of the sun. Instead, we have the diaphanous sheen of pearly grey.
Sigh.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The graceful (thick with moisture) clouds
Moving quickly together in rather jubilant rays of the setting sun
Gave way to a beautiful cloud-covered moon
Complete with a sparkling ring of moisture
The moon sharply swallowed by the clouds.
The quietness of the night came down softly, inviting all to drowsiness.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I was looking at clouds, as we changed water one day —this cloud looks like it had a definite end; as at the end of a funnel
Then the End of the day colored this set of clouds
In a most glorious way
The End of the day’s sunlight!
The South End of our farm is called the Upper End an end of the farm, on the Southside.
The Last Set of the day—a type of end to our work 🙂
The End, just before the rest, after, which, comes the Beginning!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
There is just so much to see! The Dust twirling in the desert
Little songbirds making nests in security cameras 🙂
Being out on the shimmering ditch banks —yes I do enjoy irrigating
The sky….oh, yes I already told you that :)…
The world is full of color
I think that is what I love the most…COLOR!
Color everywhere (and warmth) and sun and well, just everything!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
We received no rain.
Although, the sky was full of rain clouds and rain.
The rain that fell dried up before it could reach us.
We are that dry here.
Sometimes it happens that way.
The wind brings in a huge bundle of clouds,
Full of moisture.
You can even see the
rain chutes making their way to the earth.
Possibly even feel a drop or two on your skin
But that is all.
Still, the sky, the very air we breathe, even the plants on the earth
Feel refreshed in the dawn-touched world.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
There, just over-head…
Those marvelous pieces of vapor
Breaking up the melancholy feel
Of a bleak winter’s day.
Clouds…just a joyous as a sky full of birds!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Today we are in the shift…from the longest night of the year, where darkness drags on and on
Where shadows grow long early in the day
and swirl heavily into the evening
But gradually, ever so slowly, the daylight hours will stretch
(Coyote visiting our yard 😦 )
And the night time minutes grow shorter and shorter
Sunlight will stretch a few seconds longer and longer each and every day
Until the seconds become minutes
Then the minutes will become an hour
At which time we reach Daylight Saving time, where we have a full hour added to our daily Sunlight
But even though the days grow longer,
For two full months, January and February
The days will grow colder and colder
Hopefully with moisture
Called snow.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Our early morning skies are full of clouds….lots of clouds
Gradually the tumbling clouds break apart
Slowly ever so slowly
Clearing the skies—Causing sunlight to flood across the land
That is when I saw it! a sundog! Heralding the call that much colder weather will soon slither its way
And unfurl upon our area.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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
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