FOG!!!
Momma would always say that fog was a cloud resting on the earth!
So —- for just a little spell (fog is unusual here; not rare. Just random), we got to live inside a cloud! (This happened Saturday morning. It was so wonderful I had to share)
A marvelous gift for the New Year!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
After another round of rain,
We had fog in the early morning!
Fog is a huge delight for me. It’s not unheard of here, but it’s usually a rather rare occurrence.
My mother always said fog was a cloud that sat down on the world—so we could enter the world of Fairy for a bit.
I delighted in that thought then, and I still do now!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Nothing but silence
Generously filling every nook and cranny
Freezing onto eyelashes and animal fur
A cloud sitting on top of us, in way below-freezing temperatures.
(It was lovely)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
But, one thing I really enjoy the most
And it doesn’t matter what season it happens in
Is when we get fog! 🙂
Momma always told my brother and me, that fog was a cloud that sat down on the earth. What a joyful, and delightful thought it was when I first heard it, to even right now at my very elderly age!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
“At some point in life, the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough.” — Toni Morrison
When I was little my Mother used to tell me, that whenever we had fog (Fog is a rare and beautiful thing here in the High Mountain Desert)
That a cloud came to Earth for a rest.
Saturday morning, we woke to a cloud sitting on our part of the Earth; resting.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Just before the sun comes up
When the sky is grey and the earth still black
Or when a lovely, wet grey cloud sits down on the land
I can feel the God(s) at work, walking among us
Then as the sun starts arriving–the magic grows stronger and stronger
The first shafts of light trim the horizon; the very air starts singing with the ancient songs of Earth, Wind, and Sky.
My heart, my mind, my soul lifts my personal melody of joy blending into the tingling vibrations surrounding everything.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
We woke up to fog one day after the rain
The world is all silent and close
Moisture settling all around us, and on us,
The quiet washing the world anew!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Tuesday Morning, we woke up in a lovely cloud
The air dense and thick; all sounds muffled even unto silence
Creating a twilight land
I enjoyed walking about in the beguiling silent-fog filled light
What a soothing way to start the day.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The fog as been beautiful the last two days
So thick and dense clinging to anything it possibly can—making me feel lost in a wonderland
I love being out in it…the air so heavy it settles on my skin, hair, clothing
Gradually the sun starts to burn through the frozen frost making the corn bales look like french knots on an embroidered lacy field
It takes a while for the earth to brighten and melt, but for a short lovely time our farm and the surrounding area feels like another time
Another planet where everything is impossibly different
I love being out in frozen fog; for the peace it brings
Then it melts and scatters; leaving the blue, blue sky.
It’s all love for me…there are so many things to love—right here, right now.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Winter brings an interesting phenomenon
Things which are unusual, at best, seem to occur
With a slight more bit of frequency
Winter has it’s own glimmering twilight, so different
from Spring,
or Summer,
or Fall
The colors are much different, filled with lavender instead of hot oranges
And the trees sigh, instead of sing—swaying and clacking in the cold.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 