As the storm started leaving yesterday I saw another RAINBOW!!!
END TO END!!!
Then last evening the sky looked like THIS
Beautiful and peaceful and just right lovely!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Mom and I left Mindy in the house…Mom doesn’t like to walk with Mindy. Well, she does, but when Mom and I are going on a LONG Walk, Mom leaves Mindy in the house.
Not because Mindy can’t make the long walk, but because Mindy gets terribly sidetracked and leaves us and sometimes doesn’t come back for days and days.
When that happens (it’s happened twice) Mom is just sure the coyotes got Mindy.
So now, when Mom and I go for LONG walk, Mom leaves Mindy in the house!
So anyway, back to my adventure.
Mom and I go for walks often! Even if it is muddy. Of course, when it’s muddy we don’t go where the Mud is bad, we just go a short ways here and there.
That’s okay by me…any walk is always a good walk.
So off we went because Mom wanted to get photos of the clouds. Mom loves clouds.
Well, Mom loves, clouds, birds, sunsets, sunrises, the moon, HECK taking photos of anything and everything on the farm.
So, once more back to the adventure…off we went to add to mom’s collection of CLOUDS!
She got lots of photos of clouds and I gathered lots of news.
Back home, Mom showed me all the cloud photos and said her favorite for the week was the roll clouds.
Then she gave me a good rub down, a cookie and sat down at her computer.
As for me—
I went outside and had a
good roll on the grass.
Nothing better than a good roll on the grass, this time of year.
(No, I didn’t roll in the manure…it’s all frozen and Mom gets rather grouchy about rolled in manure and me coming into the house…just say’n.)
Boomer
In a very dark morning sky, we loaded ourselves up and headed to New Castle, Colorado where our oldest granddaughter was playing in a volleyball tournament
As the sun lighten the sky (as we drove along)
We saw lovely bits of clouds laying sweetly along pockets in the mountains
Their beauty made my heart light
And the world a bit sweeter!
From my world to your heart
Linda
That red and purple streak is smoke from the Bull Draw Fire behind us on the Uncompahgre Plateau
Here is what they are saying about the fire:
Good Morning Everyone! Starting today, Monday, October 1, 2018, we will no longer be updating the #BullDrawFire Facebook page unless something changes and new information becomes available.
Please contact Grand Valley Ranger District at 970-242-8211 with any questions you have about the Bull Draw Fire. You can also call (970) 874-6625 for recorded fire information for GMUG National Forest.
Thank you to everyone in the community for your patience and support these past two months. As you enjoy your National Forest, please be aware of the hazards in a recently burned area and please put your campfires OUT COLD.
The fire is 36,549 acres and 95% contained. Crews will remain engaged on the fire until a season-ending event occurs, meaning a large amount of precipitation, possibly snow.
Photo Description: Fall colors on the GMUG National Forest, USFS
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
Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you. Hafez
The earth, the sky, water, animals, and plants all of the natural world—makes me happy.
Living on this farm, hugging on the farmer every night, or randomly throughout the day,
Those are all such joy producing moments
Every second of every day
The stories of each and everything surrounding me tells a story
Sometimes the story is one of sadness…like the two little baby raccoons smashed on the county road this morning
But the largest majority of the day (and night) is full of wonder
And, above all, magic.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Who is to say the Old Gods do not roam this world anymore? Those Old Mythical Creatures of Ancient times?
Or those Gods of the American Indian?
Whose to say that science isn’t right?
That everything and everyone is all created along logical sequence…and operate along the same way?
Who is to say that physics isn’t a true fact?
Or to argue the Holy Book(s) are not true?
Who is to say?
Not I…never me.
Ever!
Because I see the moods reflected in the sky.
I feel the wind ripple the water, the plants and touch my skin.
I stand all amazed at the morning light in the eastern sky
And walk at midnight under ragged clouds covering the moon as it advances across the heavens.
I’ve had my eyes filled with color as the noonday sun gradually slides into twilight and darkness
I’ve watched the earth turn…from the shortest days to the longest days. From the longest days back to the short dark days.
No matter how the heavens appear, or how they function, or what logic lays in their operation…I agree with those of old.
God(s) Make the Sky…there is no other explanation for me.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Ordinary dreams are never clear–they are jumbles of this and that
As we sleep we walk in small places where the old gods used to roam
In that time long-before Christ came.
Those ancient gods of hills and woods and streams
We wander here and there in the dusk of our daily happenings, free from rituals, cities crowded with men
Where sometimes we walk thoughtlessly, as if we are kings, or fairies, or even riding on stars moving silently in the Universe
Sometimes we meet scary unknown things, which zip out of the air of our thoughts, rushing toward us like a demon felt only within the dark
Jerking awake, breathing like we are riding the wind—to realize we just dream.
Turning over…flipping the pillow to the cool side, we once more fall asleep and dream
A thoughtlessly as wee babe in a mother’s arms.
I hope your Sunday is a very good one!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The big fluffy clouds fill the sky, white and airy, casting shadows on the ground as a high winds slowly, ever so slowly herds them along from one spot to another.
The long and soft shadows move slowly over the grasses, and the irrigated fields
The dirt slowly absorbing the flowing water, turning dry soil into wet
The days start early, always by first light, the sun gradually lighting the farms, mesas, plateaus, hills, dales, knobs, and subdivisions…the cold air damp on the weeds and grasses this time of day, this time of year.
It’s very dry here. Dry enough farmers and ranchers are extremely worried. The Forest Service as issued statements saying no cows are allowed on the Forests this year (and if there are some long-time permits being honored…its only for a limited number of cattle.)
When one or more farmer gathers the talk is always about water. Those farmers in the Cedaredge/Eckert area are stating there is very little water for them this year. Very little.
Tiny amounts of water.
Terry talked to our Ditch Rider (Uncompahgre Valley Water Users) and he says we will have water. It will be short, but there will be water. (Our water comes from Taylor Park Reservoir around the Crested Butte area, then into the Blue Mesa Reservoir, through the Black Canyon then on to us….winding it’s way from here all the way through the Colorado River to California.)
Our day ends as the daylight finally thins way after the sun sets around 8:15 or so. Long shadows filling the lessening day until only night remains.
Long days. But a good way of living. Neither Terry or I could ever ask for more.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
This is an old story. Not ancient, but one of those stories which keeps repeating itself until the mind and body feels exhausted.
We are so cold here I actually have a fire in the wood stove again. What an oddity, but a fact.
We keep having amazingly nasty weather this spring. Wind…mighty wind, huge amounts of wind that sock you right in the face and blow around things even tightly fastened.
Then lots of cold gray clouds full of moisture, which never really drops on our part of the world. It rained in town one day, and just down the road a mile, but only got the ground wet here.
Wet works for it cleans up the air and refreshing the plants.
But for a second, on the morning of May 1,…before all the clouds amassing over the plateau become thicker and thicker — pushed along to cover the whole of the sky.
There is was…a miracle of golden morning light, shadows shafting across the rich green alfalfa field…and I was outside basking in that spill of light and shadows.
Lucky me!
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 