All in a row! Sitting puffed and still upon the wire—- frost-laden grasses and weeds underneath.
While out for a wee walk, I heard the sweet chirp and song of a tiny little bird, soft and gentle in the cold, frosty air.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
I love this time of day….just as the sky is starting to lighten—Just before the sunrises
It’s a soft sort of time—(or in the winter a very sharp and cold sort of time)
Then the sun is UP!!! And the world begins! 🙂
Such a joy!
“Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance-a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.”—Augusta E. Rundel
May you all stay healthy and WELL!!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Our truck
And two good neighbors who came to help
We finished…as the night started closing in!
Off to the elevator first thing in the morning and we said:
DONE!!!
YAY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Okay.
There is nothing to really do when it’s terribly cold.
AND
There are some BIG! SCARY! THINGS on MY FARM!
They scare me so much I growl at them and run to the house!
MOM!!!!
I’m ready to come in.
TLC Cai-Cai
We are working daily (still)
Three loads of wood a day
Back and forth
Cut, load, stack, cut load, stack
The Pile is Shrinking
It’s starting to look different (this is before)
This is now. We are more than 1/2 way done
Slow and steady, slow and steady
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. — SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE
We are very cold right now….7*f -13*c. The morning light is so incredibly beautiful shining through the crisp cold air
The colors streaming, and dancing on the peaks is very attractive.
The world is rather beautiful, as the day evaporates into bits of whirling sunlight.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Our earth is very old, but to me, it doesn’t seem so. There are so many, many things of wonder I stand in awe every day.
For one thing…the Red-Winged Blackbirds didn’t leave this year. Why I don’t know. But their joyful songs make every day of winter a miracle unfolding.
Even the wind touching on the land, in the bare trees, and blowing cold upon our faces is a remembrance of how old and marvelous this ancient earth really is
The feel of the wind is a reminder of all the places the wind has been…all we have to do is listen
And within the wind, if you stop and ‘feel’ (don’t concentrate.)
You can hear the Angels breathing
From my world to your heart,
Linda
We are in the last of what we can do this fall on the building. Terry finished adding in the wood stove this Friday–
While I was helping him, I saw our youngest grandchild matching her Grandfather in time and space—
Only her activity was a tad more easier. 🙂
Then as the chill wind from the Uncompaghre Plateau picked up its normal speed for evening…
We all gathered around the woodstove in the wood working shop.
Outside the the wind gusts whirled across the corn field lifting and swirling last years golden leaves, the winter birds sang their evening song, as they looked for the perfect field to bed down in for the night; the shadows lengthened into the lavender light as the earth cooled.
Shadows filled the building (although there ARE lights); we stayed beside the fire. Grandpa, a little darling granddaughter, Boomer and I…the outside wind sounding like angels wings heralding comforting peace.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
We pretended decided to get ready one more time,
One field is very, very, close. By our moisture tester is says we are there. But the corn sample Terry took to the Elevator said it was still too high. The second field is still over-the-top wet.
No matter what your corn moisture tester says, it’s what the Elevator’s moisture testers reads. 
Today, around noon, we will get different sample from the third field and take it to the Elevator…maybe this one will be good to go. Maybe.
Three fields waiting. We’ve checked them one by one.
December is flying by…what an amazing year for corn harvest. Although, to be sure, we are NOT the only ones with this problem. A few of the farmers have gotten ‘some’ of their corn in, but not many, and not a lot of their fields. Together we all wait.
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,
Linda
THANK YOU! THANK-YOU One and ALL!
The lady took the cat! I am so grateful and thankful for each of your prayers, magic thoughts and crossed arms, legs, toes, hands and fingers!! YIPPEE!!!
She also will take the female cat, if I can find her and trap her. Oh the joy of good friends and people who love animals!
As for the other cat…I can’t find her. I’ve been watching for her for three days now; she seems to have disappeared. It is possible she worked her way to some other house along our country road; searching for a male.
Or….this big bird took her for lunch.
I tried to blow up the photo to see what type of bird it is
It just turned fuzzy on me.
Does anyone have an idea. It looks heavy…is it carrying something I wonder.
IF this bird made lunch out of the very sweet little cat…there is nothing I can do about it.
Predators…another reason people really need to NOT DUMP ANIMALS!!! If it wasn’t a bird it could very easily be a fox or a coyote . I guess those who dump don’t really care…out of site out of mind. It’s gets eaten…Oh well, that’s how it goes.
I will keep looking for her, but I’m thinking I really don’t have to any more.
Your friend,
Linda
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