This is so exciting!
A family of squirrels fell in love with the swather.
Their very own playground (for a spell, at least).
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Spring is delightful,
It full of growth, new smells, the emerging from the long winter’s sleep
But Summer! Oh! My! Summer!
The songbirds start their day
And mine long before the grey light in the sky turns bright
The Fragrance in the air is spiked with all sorts of scents
Sometimes with a hot wind to carry things before it
The days are long
The Twilight longer
Life is good.
Which reminds me, does anyone know what bird this is?
Or this bird? Are they one in the same?
From my heart to your world,
Yesterday afternoon a slight cooling rain arrived
The air, the moisture…the whole experience was just lovely. I sat outside and watched the shower dampen the earth.
It was bliss.
Later that evening (Wednesday) around 9:30 an electrical storm arrived on the western rim of our world…Lightning flickered and slashed across the Uncompahgre (Un-come-pah-gray…accent on the pah) Plateau. Tiny booms of thunder rolled across the forest and into the canyons.
As time wore on, I thought possibly the hammer of this amazing electric storm would continue across the Plateau missing us.
By 11:30 the Crack of thunder had reached the Roubioux Canyon, which lays right below our mesa.
Sheet lightning split the clouds, while cloud to ground jagged lightning splintered the heaping massive clouds.
Thunder and lightening overwhelmed our part of the earth, causing our great trees to tremble in fear. (Boomer and both cats were so close to me I couldn’t walk. When I went outside to try to take photos they looked at me like I was crazy and stayed inside. 🙂 )
Try as I might I could NOT get a good photo of lightning! The great sheets of shimmering sheet lightning did not turn out very well either. The sky to ground lightning (although very bright and overwhelming) turned into a blur on the photo.
Gradually the thunder, the lightening, and what rain there might have been, moved on…heading toward the east.
Leaving all of us a little breathless.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Not so very long ago the little birds woke-up just before 5:00 in the morning. Now it is much, much closer to 5:30. Depending on the clouds it can even be closer to 5:45.
I love the twilight, but I guess you know that by now. I never feel a sense of abandonment or that elemental loneliness that some people feel as night rises from the earth. What I feel is a soundless singing — a hushed exultation as the earth rests and the nocturnal animals and bugs wake
From my world to your heart,
On Sunday the work slows down to just the things which must be done
That is all.
It was like walking through a cloud of perfume, in some places. The low hum of the bees filled the air along with the chirps of the birds.
The peace was strong enough to fill forever.
I am blessed beyond measure.
It’s warm here. We had 102* yesterday afternoon. The dogs and Terry languished melting into the house; laying around in the family room while the swamp cooler cooled them down.
I worked at keeping the yard watered then around four o’clock decided I would just have to wait and start all over again as soon as the temps dropped back down to 98* or so. The heat did pound right into me as I walked here and there moving hoses. It was hot enough walking made a person feel like they were moving in slow motion.
Moving through the growing corn to set water re-confirmed that we WERE in July. The biting bugs hovered and dug right in for a lush rich drink of blood as we moved from one spot to another.
Finally we hopped back onto the four-wheelers and drove through the almost to tassel (but not just yet) corn into the wildly green pasture at the very top of the farm…here the mosquitoes and biting gnats gave way to swarms of more hungry bugs…tiny horse flies, deer flies and giant horse flies, no-see-ums, you name it. But the air was cool and fresh in the pasture so it made the flies seem endurable.
Yesterday, was also Delta’s summer celebration –Deltarado Days. We only attended the Parade, the Car Show and the Tractor Pull (I sure you knew we would attend those last two…:) )
Terry is out baling hay right now. Although he won’t be out there very long because this day is heating up also.
Normally we don’t really work on Sunday…we treat it as a ‘day of rest’, but now and again somethings must be done…baling the hay when all things come together to create the bale is one of those things.
Thank each of you for your continued friendship across the miles. Having my internet back is sure nice!
Your farm friend,