Dawn is a slowly growing experience. Always. But more so in the dead of winter
The air actually starts to feel like it is growing lighter, like ripples akin to a stream
The dark of the night leaving, the color of the day creeping upward
Small slivers of pink glide across the horizon
Until the night shadows retreat; color breaking forth to light our active days
The game camera caught me while out taking photos of that amazing beginning of a short winter day.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Each day is a typical January day for our part of the high desert plains of Colorado
We were in the slush and slog of a quiet winter melt
When Saturday morning we woke up to a wee lovely snow
Enough Terry thought he would take a small ride down the long, long lane to the county road
Beaglie and I went for walk up the farm to the haystack are and back
Later in the afternoon, the sun came out and what was once a snow-packed road became a road of melt
The result by the ending of the day…we were back to MELT!! (Mud)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Look at this weather! Typical of summer, but not the middle of January!
And…it really isn’t all that cold—it’s 35* (I think that is 1.66 in celsius ???) right now. The ratty and tired snow is now gone and huge mud puddles in it’s place. There is no really working outside in this. (Although, I will still need to haul wood for the fireplace.)
Yesterday Terry and I did some maintenance jobs around the yard involving the chain saw, we were able to do them without moisture—snow or rain.
We still have a list of chores that needs to be done and soon…one of them is to put a new roof on the tilehouse, another is to finish hooking up the wood stove in one of the shops, and of course the fences all need to be walked and checked. The ditch company is very bad about just cutting the fence, if they want in …drives us bats. We have gates—sure they might have to walk a short distance to get to the gate (we leave them open during farming season) and then walk another short distance to get where ever it is they want to be. But no…they just cut the four strands of barbed wire – down the fences go and in they walk. Sure is disrespectful and (basically) lazy.
Anyway… (this is a summer rain photo with a Boomer nose on the side)
I will enjoy this sorta–like summer rain and do some baking. It will be nice to get caught back up on my house stuff.
Your friend,
Linda
It’s snowing here today.
Last night, I remembered that I hadn’t taken my 4 o’clock photo yet. I usually take it on Wednesday afternoon, but for some reason it slipped my mind.
Our days are growing longer, instead of 9 hours and 30 minutes long, we have reached new lengths of 9 hours and 42 minutes.
We are still cold. Although, three days ago we warmed up to above freezing for about two hours, I did the happy feet dance the whole time.
Our day was darkening down when I got outside, the snow clouds just starting to blow in over the Plateau. Our storms usually come out of eastern Utah, crossing the Uncompahgre, then moving on past us toward the North Fork of Delta county. From there I don’t know where the storms go.
Randomly and very rarely (right where we live) a big storm will roll into Montrose from the Durango area, blow itself around to the Plateau and then land on us. The storms from the San Juan area can lose steam at Montrose and never make it clear on down here to our Mesa.
Even rarer is the storm that comes in from Gunnison, spins onto Montrose, then to us. Usually those storms (the ones from Gunnison head into Peach Valley and the Black Canyon area, then into the town proper of Delta).
I watch the sky a lot……as if you can’t tell. The sky and the weather are major interest and concerns when you farm and have animals that live outside.
But besides those things—I just plain enjoy the magic of the heavens and how they swirl and play upon the land.
Linda
