“Glimmers-the slivers of sparkle that make life memorable”—Kristina Mastrocola
I read an article called Glimmers!
My heart, my mind, and my soul jumped up and yelled
Glimmers— the simple act of looking for those things that lift
Our thoughts,
Our creativity
and spark
Wonder and
JOY!
Glimmers! Let us all look for GLIMMERS!
“Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air, and you.–Langston Hughes
From my heart to your world,
Linda
The fires still rage on and on and on
Evacuations are in place for all living in the path of the fires
In the meantime, our skies are so full of smoke it’s hard to see to the end of our farm.
Rain would be a huge blessing! For everyone—the forest, the animals who live in the forest, the people and animals who live in the canyons, and everyone fighting the fires.
“Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers” — Robert Green Ingersoll
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s happening!
The corn is starting to tassel
And the baby ears are forming!
So! SOOO! Very exciting!
“Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all….summer was Dill.” Harper Lee
(Or maybe CORN!)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It is HOT! Mom! HOT!
I NEED IN! MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
Hot isn’t too bad…I can do hot! I just hang in the shade.
What I can’t do is the wind!!!
Hot and WIND! I need in, also!
(We need rain…to settle the dust and to cool us down. It can rain anytime now, but come next week—no, rain—we will be cutting the alfalfa for the second time this year)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sometimes,
Sometimes, I feel
Like there is just too (TOO) much to do
Each day is so FULL of things that must be done
That the little pieces of ‘organization’ have to sit and wait
Flying, flying, faster and faster
From the start to the end of each day.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
While out-and-about
I saw a coyote (from a distance) hanging out where the swather had been sitting and where the squirrels were playing.
He/she was sporting the Summer-fur look.
POUNCE!
A quick dash off.
Sigh!
I drove the four-wheeler over to the spot, to save the rest of the surry of squirrels, at least for a short while.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Just for fun, I put up two, game cameras
These two seem to be hanging out in our yard at night
With two there might be three
This little fox passes by the Butler Bins on a regular bases
Around the corner, he/she runs
That same corner shows another predator ‘come a visiting’
And into our yard, her/she comes
Yes!!!
Even Oreo walks freely around the Butler Bins
And in our yard
Morning…they all vanish.
Making those who move about in the daylight….rather glad they don’t move about in the night.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I was standing in my kitchen ironing yesterday
When a wild wind blew up
It was part of a rainstorm racing along the Uncompahgre Plateau, filling the canyons with droplets of very wet liquid
The storm was rambunctious, but only on the plateau
I continued ironing, watching the storm clouds throwing spears of lightening
When suddenly the back door flew open. I turned quickly thinking I also heard a pick-up drive up
The door opened; banged and I heard “LINDA!”
“What”, I replied. Feeling very puzzled.
Twice more the door flew open and twice more I heard my name
Then I realized it was my Dad calling me for the voice then said: “Come here, Linda”. (Or did he say: “I am here, Linda.”?)
I went to the door and then on outside; standing on the back step my heart fluttering in my rib cage
I wasn’t afraid, just eager to see my Dad again.
Just once more. To actually see him and hold his hand, like I was a tot again.
But, of course, he wasn’t there. There was only the wind, the yard, and a storm dropping lush moisture on canyon rims.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Even if the Devil is loose in the world
Even though time will fade for each of us—
We have the sign of Hope!
I always love seeing Rainbows!
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,
Linda
It rained during the night, leaving the earth moist and damp with a faint chill of autumn in the air.
Fall is just an illusion, for tomorrow the heat of summer returns, gradually bringing with it triple digit weather—perfect for cutting the alfalfa to make into hay.
But today …. today Terry is cultivating the pinto beans and I am getting closer to finishing painting. (I have the top of the house done and part of the north side. All that is left is the large area of east side and a section of the front/north porch.)
A very ordinary day! But the sheer ordinariness is comforting in and of itself.
Your friend,
Linda
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