OFF WE GO—-Sunday, February 11, 2018

Waking at two thirty in the morning we gathered our two bags and headed out to Kimberly’s waiting car.  She graciously said she would take us to the airport, an hour away from us, and pick us up when we returned.

I was a nervous wreck.  I haven’t flown in many, many years.  Terry has, but not me.  I wasn’t afraid of flying, but all the requirements for the luggage.  Therefore, I checked the luggage requirement I’ll bet fifty times.  Packed the liquids in the proper way, allowed ourselves only TWO carry-ons, since we didn’t want to check luggage once we got there.

Airports are famous  for that ‘Hurry Up and Wait’ statement

Finally it was time!  Off we went, high above the clouds.

Clouds, of which were all the way the from here to Florida.

Still it was beautiful….we flew INTO the sunrise

No land to see, but beautiful sun coming up over the horizon

After a change over in Fort Worth-Dallas International Airport, with a two hour wait we were at the Fort Myers International Airport!

Terry’s sister and brother-in-law met us in the lobby…huge smiles on their faces and open arms.

Their condo is like many others in Marco Island; sitting against a canal in the back, with roads in the front.

We had arrived to SUMMER!

YAY!

That evening we ate supper alongside the beach, just a few blocks from their home.

 Gosh, it’s a lovely place.

Sun, sand, SUMMER, good people to spend time with, the water lapping on the shore, SUMMER—-did mention it was just like my favorite time of year?—SUMMER!

Who could ask for more.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

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High Summer—-Sunday, July 16, 2017

It is high summer the sky is a clear blue, the heat is elevated, afternoon thunder storms roll in cooling us down;  the humidity causing us pant in desperation

Yet the summer has been good…all the hay is sold; first and second cuttings.

Blade helped…nice for him and for us!

The corn is starting to tassel out!

The pinto beans are growing right along…

The last cultivation of all crops is over for the rest of the year! 🙂

High Summer…the best part of the year.

Come winter I will be assailed by memories

Of these innocent heat filled days.

Come winter…

….I won’t think of that bleak time ahead. Instead I will enjoy this spot in time.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

The Gossamer of Summer—Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Our youngest daughter, our son-in-law, and the three grandchildren (plus Grandpa, of course) all posed for our annual “Knee-High by the Fourth of July” calendar photo last evening.

Then we all headed off to watch the

fireworks at Confluence Lake in Delta.

Of course fireworks are always beautiful…massive showers of sparkling lights hurtled to the heavens, drowning out the stars…but not the waxing Gibbous moon.

Before we headed down to join the masses watching roaring darkness…

Boomer went with me to do my evening chores.  This is the first time he truly smiled since his illness. I’m holding my breath in this space-in-time; following the last few days of fear, illness and extreme worry I pray we don’t have a relapse.

He still has coughing jags, but he is eating and drinking and eliminating.  His tail wags, he is walking around, asks to ride with me on the four-wheeler…and now Smiles!

Once more thank you so much (each and everyone of you) for your support and strength through out all this.

Love,

Linda

Silence—March 29, 2016

EasterEaster was ever so lovely.

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Jolyne and Evan did an amazing job with the meal, the egg hunt and the celebration of our son-in-law, Cliff’s (he and Kimberly live in Grand Junction) birthday!

Then sadly the time came

9When everyone loaded up and headed back home…the little family to Craig, Colorado.  Jason’s dad, Paul, back to Alamosa, Colorado..everyone else scattering back to their homes and lives.

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Then it was just us again.  Back to the everyday of Terry’s and my lives.

It’s okay.

The sound our our life  is not blank or a void.  It is made up of tiny noises: the tractor in field (Terry is leveling now), the clothes washer cleaning all the bedding, the tiny sounds of far away cars and trucks, as I hang-out my laundry on the clothes line, the cats meowing at my feet begging for food, a cold wind flapping the towels on the line, Boomer’s feet padding into the kitchen then out the back door, bacon sizzling on the stove.  Everyday sounds the bring me peace and contentment.

“Thank you,” I mentally pray to God.  “Thank-you for everything and so much.”

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Walking With Grandpa

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I know we are giving the grandchildren memories. I so remember both sets of my grandparents.

As I grow older I have even clearer memories.

Like our grandchildren we lived just up the orchard from our mother’s parents and a mile from my father’s mother and her second husband.

The small things are the real joy…they are memories that stay forever.

Linda