The cold persists…only we did warm up some -3* (-19 c) this morning and 13* (-10c) right now.
Still, I’m sure it’s all for the good of things—
In ways, I don’t understand…nature, after all, is rather mysterious.
But still, we must remember to treat nature with respect for nature doesn’t see anything but what is good for the masses.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
We are cold today. So cold it’s painful to walk out and about doing the things needing to be done.
Although it isn’t a cold without noise.
Which makes me happy.
I have been thinking and thinking of what I want to do this year…I no longer make Resolutions–they seem so negative…a take away of sorts. So of course I can never keep them.
I have reached an age where I don’t want to ‘take away’ but to add into my life.
Every morning I read my favorite blogs and visit my friends on FaceBook, happily touching their lives, when I came across Connie’s post for the New Year.
It’s stuck with me for days. She picked one word….just one that would help her strive toward the things she is interested in achieving this year.
So I’ve decided to follow her example and pick one word—
My one word for this year is Resolve.
I want to resolve so many things—finish cleaning out my house, yards, around the farm buildings; getting rid of ‘stuff’, either through selling it or giving it away.
Resolve to see anew objects that have grown familiar and share these new found things with you on my blog.
I would be incredibly happy to finally resolve two family lines in my genealogy. My Dad’s side — the Doyles. And my grandfather’s on my mother’s side — Thomas. I have been stuck for 48 years on those two lines, moving them beyond into the place where they all crossed the pond would be a huge accomplishment.
I would like to use this intention (Resolve) to approach so many things; not resting and hoping I will ‘find the time’ to do this or that, but that I do it!
Time (at my age) is now like a twilight wind; I want to enjoy, love, experience and share each moment to the fullest!
And, yes, I want to continue sharing with you—this tiny piece of life on a farm.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
For some reason sleep seems to elude me.
Night can be so long. Sigh.
Sometimes I fancy I can feel the touch, of that feathered wing, of the Dark Angel flitting around searching for those ‘whose time has come.’
When that happens I get up and read or Boomer and I take a midnight walk.
Sometimes I think it would be nice to be a little child again…you know that time when you would feel all fretful and fussy inside, unable to relax. Then along would come Momma–holding our little child’s body against the warmth of her body. My Momma would hum as she held me; until rest came.
Terry and I have decided we need to move more…get outside…Do Something.
At different points in the day I put put on my large, large coat…it’s so big it swallows me whole, but I like it for hauling wood–it allows me to move around easily. I, also, don’t care it it gets torn.
Terry, Boomer and I take a walk.
We walk to different parts of the farm, make mental lists of the things we want to get done “come Spring” and then head back home. Feeling refreshed and glad of the momentum in the fresh air.
Then maybe…..just maybe…my mind will GO TO SLEEP at night!!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Boomer and went for our walk just as the evening sun started sitting.
Saturday morning had been cold, very cold, but by noon a small melt was in place, the earth was bright and shiny from all the sparkling snow, the air dazzling with dancing sun motes.
The tangible evidence of last years crops still standing silent and snow covered gives proof nature is always in command on a ranch or farm.
But standing at the edge of two corn fields, as the sun sets or rises, feet warm and toasty in winter boots, listening to the secret murmurs of the dry leaves and corn stalks—walking further on, past the now harvested pinto bean field, up to the dried alfalfa field, then onto the rocky point…the whispers of the chico and sagebrush, the rabbitbrush and last year’s cattails tell me that my mind, body and soul is firmly in the grip of the land.
I love reading the books by Elizabeth Marshall Thomas… here is a quote from her, by which I totally agree:
Today has dawned cold and clear, but with a promise of warmth around noon. A small joy–but a perfect joy.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We finished with all the huge, gigantic stuff yesterday. It took all three of us…the men on the tractors and me doing the ground work, but we made it!
There is such joy in those three words–WE MADE IT!!!
Here is a photo of the skyline—I almost forgot, which is why you are getting it in the evening.
You can still see the lightening struck tree (stump) in the back, but the front only looks a little thinner. I think I worried for nothing. Remember Misty wants that stumps to create another play area for the kids.
I will try to get a better photo today! I don’t think it will show a huge gaping hole–like I was afraid it would. (This is the one before the trees were cut)
Today we are building fences, so I must hurry and get myself down there–Terry is already there setting up the electric fencer. We begin in earnest, on the fences the second I arrive.
Your friend
Linda
Winter colors are always so soft and muted. They lend no warmth to the land…none.
While the colors of summer blaze forth and simmer in intense bold shades of red, orange and purple
Springs hues are all fresh and new…the new green of leaves as they unfurl, the sprigs of bright green grass showing up among the dry shades of winter brown,
Fall’s golden flames shine forth from the brilliant trees to the bright blue of the sky
But winter…pale and cold and frigid.
Surrounds everything in the color and feel of snow
Wind relentless in its fury picks up the snow and flings it burning and biting into anything it touches
The colors of winter…blue, lavender, pink and white. The colors of silence, of waiting, of hunkering down, resting….
Your friend on a very frozen farm in western Colorado,
Linda
