A Marvelous Journey—-Monday, October 30, 2017

“A poet, a weaver of dreams, a man who makes glory from nothing and dazzles you with its making”.— Mary Stewart, The Last Enchantment

I remember I was in the 4th grade when I decided I liked to write down words. AND I liked the words to tell stories.

I grew up in a family of readers…both my grandmothers always read to me…one grandmother would read the newspaper comics to me, the other (a 1st and 3rd Grade Teacher) would read Little Golden Books to my brother and I, PLUS tell wonderful imaginative stories about her childhood in San Angelo, Texas.

Our parents were readers, therefore supplying my brother and I with all the books, comic books and fanciful reading material they could afford.

The Library was our friend!

I got my first camera in the 5th grade. A camera which used film, that had to be developed — took eons to get back and sometimes the photos were so poor they weren’t worth keeping.

As time progressed I finally had the ways and means to put both media’s together, via a blog.

What a joy!

To bring together the photos of clear or cloudy days, small brilliant moons, or violet-rose vaulted skies, or when pink light flooded our farm.

Together with WORDS!  What a marvelous satisfaction.

Then to bring both (writing and photography) these things together in one place to share with you I was finally able to share this shining place Terry and I call home.  Our farm.

A place that rests within our souls and breathes softly on twilight winds.

I thank you, my friends for allowing me to share our lives and the farm with you,

Love,

Linda

 

 

 

In the Midst of Babel—Tuesday, December 27, 2016

(Some of the photos below are not current, but they spoke to me, as I wrote this post — I have chosen to share them with you.)

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I love summer, there isn’t anything about Spring, Summer or Fall that I don’t like—nothing.

Geese3Absolutely nothing!

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Now, when it comes to winter, I struggle.  Still there are things that bring me peace–the babel of the winter birds; the air alive with their voices,  the setting and rising sun

end-of-day-002A walk on the farm, even in the face of a full force gale—

Moon in Januarywalking in the light of a winter moon, or even when the sky is only full of frozen pinpoints of starlight.

Winter-2(This is an old photo—we have no snow here yet)

Even the heavy snow upon the land has a way of lifting the soul.

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In winter I enjoy those things that lighten my soul…just like in spring, summer and fall—those things that come alive within me and lighten the long, long days.

Winter-storm-1Those things that say I am home.

From my world to your heart!

Linda

A Slow Beating Heart—Wednesday, October 12, 2016

SunriseThis morning the sunlight washed over the world in rays of yellow and gold. (I didn’t get a photo this morning, but it looked like this from last summer)

october-morn-sunriseThe clouds from yesterday scattered and gone.  Although, the rising of the sun yesterday was amazing, with it’s rays of orange and apricot and purple breaking forth from the heavy clouds.

workToday promises to be a fine day!  The trees and bushes and even the weeds are all starting to go to gold and rust with splashes of red.

our-house-in-the-eveningToday I will water up my yard and gardens.  Making sure they do NOT go into winter dry and thirsty.  The flight of the sun and the falling leaves my constant companions.

sunset-skyBefore the day ends Terry and I will (also) go down and put the water pump and all the sprinkler lines to bed for the winter, at our other house.   After, which, we will do the same for our yard.

24.jpgA farm, any farm, has a life of it’s own.  Although, after all the harvest is done the heartbeat slows, pacing itself.  (Photo taken last year 2015)

We are not there yet.  We are in the process of waiting for the corn to dry enough to harvest.  Until corn harvest is over, we spend our time putting things to bed, closing down the summer things, getting ready—for winter.

Winter-2Still much to do!

From my world to your heart!

Linda

 

It’s Raining Here—Monday, October 26, 2015

Rain-2It’s raining here….again.  We were just about to dry out.

RainOur drive way is a river, our lane is a lake

But inside we are dry, the wood stove is going, my wood supply is protected, my kenneling is dry.

the-rains-came.jpgYour friend on a very soggy western side, of the Rocky Mountain Divide, farm

🙂

Linda

A Deep Hush, Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Night-coming-inThe farm at twilight sends out  a deep hush

hollyWhich says:  “Step lightly…listen carefully…

Swallow

The Swallows catching supper lend a peacefulness to the cooling air.

Moon-in-TreeThe plants stir gently in the gentle evening breeze

Peek-a-booGlittering moonlight shatters the gloom sending waves of silver–much kinder than the sun, slower…a different rhythm– bringing on that space of time called night.

Your friend,

Linda

 

 

 

A Quick Stop —Sunday, June 15, 2014

The nice thing about summer is the fact people are traveling…and sometimes that means they are traveling ‘through’ where we live.

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My brother, Dan (this is from last year)

IMG_1434And his pretty wife, Cloudy were also in the area, but could not stop by this time.  They usually come over sometime in August so I’m thinking we will get to see them at that time.

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Terry’s sister, Carolyn, and her husband, Wayne where traveling back from Arizona when they called and said—“We are coming through”,

Gordon and Eileen camping

Then the “Side Trips” blog folks posted about this really nice trip they were on and I realized THEY WERE GOING TO BE PASSING THROUGH!!!

I quickly emailed them and invited them to stop and have supper with us on their way back home.  They took me up on the invitation!!! YIPPEE!   It is great fun to meet people in person after years of reading and commenting on each other’s blogs!

We had hot dogs and hamburgers and all sorts of picnic food, ate outside and the wind blew us away.  Even blew my salad right off my plate.  Shish!

But everyone was was kind and gracious. ate the food, sat in the kitchen while I put stuff together, chatted together outside  – passing the time quickly.  Suddenly it was all over, everyone back on the road to home.

The wind…it hung around until today turning colder on Saturday; bringing in another cold front for our area.  It’s actually cold enough we had to turn up the heat just to take the chill off the house.  A strong cold front with heavy gusting wind is predicted until Wednesday when it will finally push itself out of here and we will start to warm back up.

I guess in the scheme of things, five days of gusty winds of 30 m.p.h, or more,  is really just a quick stop.  This time next week we will have the heat and warmth of late Spring.

Your friend on a farm in Delta, Colorado

Linda

 

 

Good Gates and Fences—-May 15, 2014

The Run*A*Round Ranch is hosting Good Fences and Gates on Thursday.  I’m about to run out of really cool fences here, but I do have a couple more of cool gates.  I’ll just show this one that I think is really cool on our place

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It’s the oldest gate and fence on our place.  Going way back before 1930.  Our farm has always been in Terry’s family.  Terry’s grandfather started a Dairy here (it was the first and only dairy in Delta for years.  Our farm is five miles from the edge of town …  to keep the smell and flies from bothering towns people.)

After his grandfather retired from the dairy, the farm then raised beef cows.  We purchased the farm from the estate and continued having cows ….we milked a cow for us, raised spring’n heifers for other dairies, and in the last beef cattle.  Now we are cowless, but our farm still is winter a home for beef cows.

So this fence and gate still does that same job it was created for many, many, years ago!

Head over to The Run*A*Round Ranch and check out all the fun and unusual fences and gates over there.

Your friend,

Linda

 

Closer to Real Spring March 6, 2014

A few clouds have arrived in our area, the high, way up there, WAY, WAY up in the air winds pushing the clouds from somewhere in the far west…California to Utah and then to us..to fill our sky blocking the warming rays of the sun.

SunsetWhen the dogs and I went for our mid-night walk the stars were out and the sky was brilliant with their sparkling beauty.  I almost tripped as I walked along with my head tiled back trying to find the different constellations…there was the Big Dipper (always very easy to see) I use it as my mooring point.

Around 8 o’clock in the evening it is in the east, then after mid-night sinking under the rim of Grand Mesa in the north west.

SunlightI really can’t remember the names of any of the others anymore, although, I used to know…way back when I was in high school —centuries ago.

LightToday we are a cold and cloudy late winter day. A jacket wearing day.  At least right now.  Maybe later we will warm up…only time will tell.

SmilesYesterday was warm enough that the dogs spent most of it panting (and smiling).  Terry and I worked without jackets in the afternoon–it was that warm…if you kept moving.  He is building a irrigation box…one of the ditches that enters our place has created a huge hole in the ground…the hole works, but water keeps eroding it so the hole just keeps getting bigger and bigger.  A cement box will with stand the constant of water and protect the earth around the ditch.  We always want to protect the land.  At the same time make our work load a little easier.

I got the wood pile sorted and stacked for next year…green wood here, dry wood there, and all the sticks and weeds and leaves under the wood racked.

I have a old pile of junk wood I need to sort and cut and get it in the firewood pile so I can use it up next winter.  The old pile is made up of tree limbs, rotted off fence posts, an old building we tore down…junk wood, but we don’t want to just throw in a heap and burn it sending smoke spiraling into the air…we want to utilize it as heat for the house.  So I continue to sort and cut and stack.

Other than ordinary everyday things nothing much going on here.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

 

 

A Bluebird Day February 11, 2014

Yesterday was a very wet day.  The clouds sat heavily upon the land, breaking forth in huge copious drops of rain that fell and fell and fell.  Gradually all the snow turned to slush and then to mud.  Since the ground is still frozen the water stayed on top…filling in where the snow used to be.  Huge squishy puddles that would be fun to walk through if it were August instead of February.

All day the rain drops fell, plinking and plonking on the roofs of the house, the barn, and Terry’s work shops.  Sheets of water pouring off the sides of the roofs melting any snow that had accumulated there over the winter.

Rain always makes one feel like it is warm outside; not this rain, this was winter’s rain.  A very rare experience for us.

Then sometime in the late morning or early afternoon the rain stopped and a chill wind fresh from the snow on the Uncompahgre (Un-come-pah-gray—accent on the pah) shoved and pushed the remaining heavy clouds from us and swept them on toward Paonia. A blue sky appeared giving all of us, Terry, myself, the dogs and cats a huge desire to be outside.

Gathering the dogs up and loading them into the back of the pick-up we took off for a short ride…just to get out of the house.  Up we went toward Pea Green, then into the out-reaches of Olathe, down in the valley of Monoken (Mo-no-ken) back to Delta, where I mailed a letter, then home.

Refreshed! Open to the thoughts of spring.

fThis morning a huge cloud had drifted down over-night from the Plateau covering our Mesa (California Mesa), blocking the bright and joyful sun rays for our view.

sThe little buff hen is gradually doing better.  Every evening she comes in to sleep in her laundry basket nest, cooing and talking to us as we walk by going here and there.  As the night closes in and I’m done washing the dishes I cover her little basket with towels shutting out the light and helping her stay warm.

When morning comes I take her back out to the hen house.  She needs to stretch and fluff and eat and poop at will…in the house is not a good place for all of that.

But today, she took her little fluffy self out into the plastic covered chicken run and started digging and scratching.  A first!  I was delighted to see her busy searching for interesting things to eat.  The soil is dry in there so she will be able to dust herself–a beauty bath is always refreshing.

While watching her two little bluebirds flew right by me and sat down on the wood pile.  I was extremely grateful the dogs had stayed in the house.  They stayed a short while (of course I didn’t have my camera with me) then lifted up their little wings, turning their blue backs to me and flew off toward the fence along the lane.

Spring is coming!  I always know, once I see the bluebirds.  Sometimes there are only a few hardy souls braving the cold, then we will see more and more.  I hope I have my camera the next time I see them…to capture a bluebird’s photo is one of my photographing goals.

dFor now we live under a cloud, but not such a bad cloud, as we can see the sun surrounding us.

And the bluebirds are returning. How grand is that?

Linda

 

 

Is It Spring? February 9, 2014

Stuck-2Yesterday we went from snow to slush.  The day warmed up to somewhere in the 50’s.

Although, having lovely warmer weather is nice, the mud isn’t.  But we MUST go through the mud to get to dry ground.

The weatherman predicted rain for today, but nwt is just saying cloudy with temps in the 50’s again.

Could we be so lucky that winter has decided to leave?  Only time will tell.  The Old Farmer’s Almanac is stating that February 16th is the day ‘winter’s back will be broke’.  Until that time yesterday, and so far today, it feels like maybe…..just maybe…we are heading toward spring.  One day at a time!

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I’m ready and I’m sure you are also!

We are heading up to the Uncompahgre Plateau to go sledding today.  The little grandchildren haven’t been this year so to celebrate a shift in the weather we thought this might be a fun thing to do.

I hope your day has the same feeling of hope in it, the same sense of renewal, laying buried almost ready to burst forth.

Your farm friend,

Linda