My Nighttime Dreams—Thursday, July 30 2020

Sometimes sleeping at night is hard

Not only not being able to sleep

But sleeping and dreaming with ‘bad’ dreams

Other times, it’s like I am walking with those who have passed before me

Those marvelous people of my past life

My parents and grandparents

My beautiful and marvelous sister-of-my-heart, Dixie

Haunting dreams

Causing me to wake; to feel fragile and uncertain

Most often I wake and can’t remember my dreams

I just know I dreamed,

Not all dreams are scary, threatening, or nostalgic

They are comforting and familiar

Warm and protective

Those are hard to recall, also.

So, I have decided those dreams,

Those glowing, comforting misty dreams

Which [the feeling] tends to stay with me all through the day

Are sent to me [us] from our dead family and friends

To protect us

And those still with us on the earth

Connecting with us through our dreams.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A Gift of Earth and Sky—Thursday, July 23, 2020

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

 

 

The Gift of Sunlight, Water, Air—Thursday, June 18, 2020

We are back to having wind

…not a soft breeze, or a lovely gentle rush of air

But the blazing strength type of wind which whips your words away in a huge rush

The kind of wind which bends trees and drys out the land

Still, it’s all good.

Irrigation water has been cut back, causing us to change it every 8 hours, three times a day.

I think the Gods are watching us…

To see if we care about the gift of land, and sun, and air

We try to be good stewards.  It’s time-consuming, but very rewarding.

Then of an evening, we like to watch the world slow down.

 

Each and every day

Priceless.

“No! I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith.”–R.A. Salvatore, Streams of Silver

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The God(s) Whisper to Us — Sunday, August 18, 2019

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Time is flying by.  Everything is moving rapidly now.  Although, one wouldn’t know it, for the sun is still drenching the evening sky, in brilliant shades of color

The full moon’s silver light shivers the land, through filtering leaves on trees

But the disturbing look of Autumn is starting to appear

That signal which says: ‘Soon Summer will just be an echo’,

Prepare yourself.  Prepare.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Summer, That Beautiful Time of the Year —- Tuesday, August 13, 2019

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(From Pinterest)

I love summer, idyllic warm (even hot) summer days.

I plan all fall, winter, and spring for this time, for summer.

The land is heavy as it nears harvest

The heat massive and somnolent

Butterflies and Hummingbirds sailing along in the warm air

The Bumblebees and Honeybees so heavy with pollen their buzz even sounds labored

Our August nights have now become mild,

a sweet chill on the air before the sun warms the sky—giving the earth a spectral look,  As though the Otherworld is peaking through.

Summer, each and every day dazzles; my heart, my mind, and my eyes.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

Where Do Childhood Dreams Go? —- Sunday, August 4, 2019

“Things you are passionate about are not Random They are your Calling.”—By Fabienne Fredrickson  

Sometimes I wonder.  Where do all those fantasies we dreamed of, as young children,  vanish too?

They seem to become lost somewhere between growing up and growing old

I have spent some time pondering this: looking back upon some of my childhood dreams and desires

Their radiance of possibly more like a thin vapor in my old age

Still, within the scudding, mundane chores and routines of every day

They surely are there in the shielding cover of adulting.

Sometimes I get a wee spark of that time, of years long gone, when the possibility of life and being alive and creating a space in the time called living shine forth once more.

A place where it is easy to listen to the voice of your childhood dreams

Where the shaded windows of your own soul wake up and you remember and feel the excitement all over again.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Vigil at the Edge of the World —- Monday, July 22, 2019

I, like you, believe our Ancestors and beloved friends are close.

Waiting for us to join them.

Death is not an easy thing

Hard on the one who is passing and hard on those left behind.

Yet, I think the thread, which binds us, is a form of magic

A place without pain, a place beyond tears, not like our place of everyday living

I feel so blessed to have had that tiny

fragment from the shadows

An amazing gift from my Dad.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A Question I Really Need an Answer Too — Wednesday, June 12, 2019

I got this comment yesterday on my post: “I used to enjoy reading your blog, learning a little bit about farming and such, but lately it is so encrusted by advertisements I don’t read it much anymore. It was once a great blog but the ads have taken it over”.

Cobwebs and rosebuds

So now I really need to know….is my blog posts full of advertisements?  Please be honest.

I know that when I open my blog for the first time I do see an ad on the side of the post, but if I go out and go back in the ad is gone.

But if you are having trouble reading because of ads, and going out and back in doesn’t get rid of them I will do something different.

I just looked at the cost of going ad-free and it looks like $100 per year

So, while I really must watch my money; I really don’t want to lose my reader base

So if you would be very kind, and take time out of your very busy day

I would be so very grateful for your input!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

My Whole Heart is Brimming with Joy —- Wednesday, June 5, 2019

The sunshine has been wonderful lately

The days warm, but cooling down nicely in the night

Which is lovely, because the amazing spring flowers are still blooming heavily

Brightly offering sweet scents to the air

And color for the eye

So far this spring has been kind to us

A few days of over the top weather, but nothing to be overly concerned

Having shrunk my yard and therefore my workload

Taking care of the three rather large areas have become nice

Gentle on my back and the reduction in the amount of watering and weeding

So now everything is a pleasure, not a ‘job’

From early morn

Through late evening

I feel ever so grateful.

From my world to your heart.

Linda

I am Always Inordinately Pleased with the Common Things of Life — Wednesday, May 29, 2019

It’s been downright cool here of late

Still, the cooler weather has the spring flowers looking nice

The wind has been rather terrible, causing the tall bearded iris to slant and wave dangerously

Some  of the plants are showing yellow from the lack of sunshine,

But others seem to flourish in the limited sun and warmth

Still the spring air

of very cool, nights and slightly warmer days

Seem to bring something special to my garden of blooms

So here we are

with the weather a tad raw,

Being gifted with jewels

Of a most wondrous kind!

From my heart to your world,

Linda