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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A Small and Welcome Snow—Monday, December 3, 2018

“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a Magical Event.  You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not Enchantment, then where is it to be found?—J.B. Priestley

The day is still cold enough the remnants of last night’s small snow is staying on the ground

We have been so terribly dry that even this small snow is a wonderful gift.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda