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
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A cloud sat down on the farm today…it was lovely and beautiful
Making sounds soft and close; the feeling tranquil
And just so you know…there is always one!
Yep..always. And she can jump an electric fence just like it isn’t even there, not even touching the toe of her hoof on the wire.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Yesterday morning we woke to fog
The sun peaking through more like candlelight that sunshine
It was beautiful! The earth so much warmer than the air, decorating everything in rich drops of moisture
A wee cloud filling each and every crevis on our farm. Interlacing each building and piece of farm equipment together creating a secret, but trusted spot.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
We woke to fog Friday morning. Fog always and forever will remind me of my mother.
For you see, Fog is a rare occurrence here. Happening rarely but with stunning results
A coolness descends on the land; sounds are magnified.
Momma would always say: ‘Look, kids! A cloud has sat down on the land”.
I often go out walking in the fog…just because, I’m walking in a cloud, which sat down for me to enjoy.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
We had a wee fog this morning, caused by very cold temperatures from the very wet ground (the sun came out yesterday afternoon…Boomer and I went out and danced on the lawn, it was too wet to take a walk. 🙂 )
And the very lovely clear sky and the warmer canal water.
I’m wondering if we had a freeze. It is possible.
The grass was rather crunchy when I walk out to get some early photos…as the day warms up I will be able to tell.
It’s time. Actually, a little late. But that is okay, I’ve enjoyed the warmth while it lasted. 🙂
As always your friend,
Linda
I tried to take a photo of our world, but it just looks grey.
Fog! Beautiful wonderful fog.
We get fog very, very rarely here. It’s not a common occurrence. Momma used to tell my brother and I, that fog was when a cloud got tired and sat down upon the earth to rest.
Although that isn’t the scientific fact, I like it much better.
A cloud resting.
There is a perfect stillness in the heart of a cloud.
Your friend,
Linda
We went from this—to
This all in a short time span. It started raining, and raining, and raining turning everything in a huge slosh of mud.
See that child in the photo? Yes! We also have a surprise visit from the Grandchildren and their parents.
Even in the rain, our little archer had to go outside—there is much more to life than a electronic for this little granddaughter.
After a long time of rain, and rain, and more rain it finally stopped.
Around mid-night a huge fog descended blanketing the world in a dripping, silent shawl of grey mist.
The heavy mist shrouded the fields, as we changed the water. Ah, yes the irrigation goes on even in this over-whelming moisture. The goal is to soak the ground to at least a foot deep, then to have the water sub-over and meet in the middle between the furrows. Upon checking the moisture level, Terry announced that the moisture was a foot deep…now to get it to sub over!
I know this is odd (for those of you who do NOT have irrigation, or sprinkler systems, or even worry about getting enough moisture into the ground), but here in the High Mountain Desert we do. After over a hundred years of farming in our area the understanding of the moisture content to grow crops is very developed. Terry is a 4th generation farmer right here on California Mesa, his understanding of the complexity of the soil, water management, and health of the ground is to be admired. (Even if I say so myself 🙂 🙂 🙂 )
I got both lawns mowed, and the flower beds weeded, just before all of this moisture blew in- what a huge gift the snow and rain has been—we are turning GREEN!
I just LOVE seeing all this growth! I just LOVE it!
Now the sun is out and burning off all the fog, sending the water into the soil, and drying up all the land. Moving forward!—It’s a good thing!
Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,
Linda
