Sometimes, when things appear to become overwhelming,
I seem to have a hard time catching my breath
More than catching my breath
Actually, breathing!
It’s like I’m holding my breath
Bracing myself before the next shoe might fall
And, of course, the operative word
Is might.
And then— I learn that the Earth always says:
“Might” is a pretty vague word–
Believe, instead in Magic.
For Magic is right there existing for, and with, us— always, and evermore.
From my world to your Heart,
Linda
Terry and I are very content with how this spot is starting to look. After we grind down the stump, then I will plant grass. In time, we will put up a fence, maybe a white picket fence.
Keeping this one is good
And getting this one with the new sturdy railroad ties this area will be much easier to take care of.
Now! The spot that has me confounded. If I didn’t have grass growing in it, then I would like it. But I do have grass and
THAT is the problem.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I finished weeding the gardens last night…just as the sun set and twilight took over.
Now all I have to do is get the house in a good place (for me).
After that — it’s time to just sit back and relax and enjoy our guests!
Oh! Surprisingly I still have Columbines blooming. Usually by this time the heat has caused them to fade, set seed and preparing for next spring. But here they are…big, bold and beautiful!
Off now to finish water the yard and getting the house in place.
Your friend,
Linda
Step into my little side garden and sit a spell with me.
I’ll bring out some iced tea, or if you prefer a Pepsi
We will talk about nothing really. Just sit and get to know each other–tell little stories of times gone by
We will share the garden with the Hummingbirds, the bumble bees and the honey bees, I hope you are not afraid of them…they rush tangibly here and there among the flowers
I’ll snip you some herbs–catnip for your kitties, or maybe some catmint, a small bouquet of lavender…or mondera for your tea.
Come sit in the garden with me.
Your friend,
Linda
Bladen brought me over a gift. He knows how much I enjoy ‘times gone by’. Because he hasn’t been feeling well (he has been fighting pneumonia for three weeks (he is on medicine) and got bored. (No physical exertion with this mad disease).
He spend several hours, cutting, gluing and creating a castle for Grammy.
How sweet this is!
My yard is doing well…although we have extremely hot days (94*-34ºC) the night are cool (49*–9.4ºC). By the time the heat builds up the hot winds develop.
There is also flooding in the low lands.
The Gunnison and the Uncompaghre River are experiencing record melt (translated that means we had lots of really nice snow in ‘them thar hilsl’. 🙂
Both rivers converge at Delta..our town. Once they converge (the Uncompaghre River (Un-come-pah-gray accent on the pah) merging into the Gunnison River).
The Gunnison River flows on down to Grand Junction, Colorado, where it meets up with the Colorado River, the Grand Old Dame of Rivers of the West.
The flood warnings and floods are all along all the rivers clear to the Colorado-Utah border. Sure does help with drought…water that is.
It’s the little things the buoys us up really.
Like this…a duck swimming with a bunch of goldfish. I thought he might be looking for lunch, but the fish were not afraid; they swam all around his feet and even touched him several times.
Speaking of birds…we have several Canada Geese who have decided to stay with us this summer. They have nests in our upper end and hang out in the fields.
It really is all there…wonder, excitement, joy…in the little things…big happenings are also nice, but in reality it’s the collection of little things that really makes every day have a tinge of wonder.
Life on a Colorado Farm 