The month is January…still.
I look at the calendar daily waiting for the moment when we turn into February.
Each day is winter, long and drawn out and cold, but filled with routines that mush us through each dark and dreary day
But if it is long for me…then it is longer for the wildlife. The coyotes are brazen and bad, coming right into the yard, searching for food…not good.
They need to search someplace else.
The rancher said he will be coming any day now to gather up his Momma cows and take them to his ranch home…he wants to have them closer to monitor the births.
He is wise. With the coyotes so active there is nothing so vulnerable as a cow in labor.
Inside the very worst of winter, there are still things to find of great joy and beauty…so outside I go—
Each day there is something so wonderful that I need to record it with my camera
The bliss of each day is just right there, waiting for me to stumble into it
So, yes, life moves forward
But as each day passes
I realize that being outside stabilizes my need to by-pass winter
Into true happiness for the healing magic of the day/night captured on camera
Nothing mediocre/drab/or unexciting exists if I just open my eyes.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,