The Prospect of a New Day— Tuesday, January 8, 2019

“I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.”—J.B. Priestley

I love the blaze of light which gathers just before night creeps up onto the land

The collapse of the day

The colors only are seen at the beginning of the day or at the ending

The sky turning into the color of blueberry ice cream/ turning the earth the same color

Sometimes there are no masses of clouds defined with rays of sunshine

Or the clouds are so thin that the shafts of light seem misty and blurry

Sunrise can be so stunningly amazing that the trees seem like black shadows

Until the sun becomes high enough in the sky the dark silhouettes fade away

Then there is that golden light…a light there really isn’t words to explain the beauty

Just being outside, in that glory-filled light is really quite peaceful.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

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Autumn a Distinct Kind of Loveliness—-Monday, September 24, 2018

Very early we rose on Saturday morning, got all our chores done and headed to Grand Mesa

Where some good people, friends of ours (who live on Grand Mesa year-round), offered to take us on a four-wheeler trip to Green Mountain and back to their house again.

We rode in a bright chilly morning,

Stopping along the way to view the burst of joyful color on the land and the amazing blue of the sky

By mid-morning, the air was soft and warm, with a gentle breeze now and then causing the yellow leaves to drift down of us as we rode along.

Forty-two miles round trip we went…over and under and around so many gorgeous places

The exhilaration of the views, the physical demands of the ride, and the good company we enjoyed made for a day most special.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Perfect Stillness of Golden Light—Thursday, January 4, 2018

My brother and his wife, Cloudy, live in Boulder, Colorado.

Cloudy was walking downtown one late afternoon when that golden hour just after sunset occured

Cloudy said she stood and took photos in all four directions—north, south, east, and west in the graceful, soft hour before the coming of dark.

I loved the photos!

Cloudy graciously shared them with me, so I could share them with you.

This perfect solitude amazing color,  in the heart of downtown Boulder.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Sky Diffusing in Pale Light—Tuesday, September 18, 2017

Together we went out to check the last field of pinto beans…are they ready to be pulled, is the dew just right, is it time?

We decided it was time.

Finished!  All the pinto beans are pulled!

If the weather holds we will be combining the first two fields come Thursday!

This last field must have two weeks to dry.

 

 

Hopefully the rains stay away!  Just for spell…just until the last load of pinto beans is at the Beanery!  Hopefully!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda