The Old Gods Live Here and There and Everywhere — Thursday, July 22, 2021

Sometimes I think to myself, that the Old Gods

Those awe-inspiring Gods of long-long-long ago

Are still here among us

Only we have different names for them now. (Like nature, wind, rain, etc.)

They are still here, flying with the birds in the air

Singing to our hearts and minds and souls in the morning

And in the evening.

They are in the sunlight,

And glittering off the tiny wings of Humming Birds

They gather in the most unlikely of places

They bring together the edges

Lifting up our hearts

When our hearts have tripped, or fallen slightly, or leaned a little too far here or there

Then the old Gods rebalance everything, even us.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Because —–Wednesday, July 22, 2020

Because

of this

Terry had to go out yesterday morning

And rake the hay…..

Please, Please, no more rain….not until we get this field baled and stacked!

PLEASE!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Vigil at the Edge of the World —- Monday, July 22, 2019

I, like you, believe our Ancestors and beloved friends are close.

Waiting for us to join them.

Death is not an easy thing

Hard on the one who is passing and hard on those left behind.

Yet, I think the thread, which binds us, is a form of magic

A place without pain, a place beyond tears, not like our place of everyday living

I feel so blessed to have had that tiny

fragment from the shadows

An amazing gift from my Dad.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

On the Way to Vega Dam Lodge—-Sunday, July 22, 2018

After early morning chores, we loaded up in the Corvette and headed down to Safeway where we met up with several friends for a ride in collector cars

Over the top of Grand Mesa, we all drove…a single line of cool cars, receiving waves from on-coming cars

On the way home

We ran into a brief shower.  Complete with a rainbow.

But I accidentally deleted my camera chip so all my other photos, including the rainbow, are gone.

I wanted to cry.  I had more things on it than just the trip.  But, oh well, it is what it is.  😦

There is nothing to be done to get them back.  I wanted to cry.

Sigh!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Ella had it Right—Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Blue Skies, nothing but, blue skies…(Ella Fitzgerald)

Blue-SKiesThe rains have gone, soon to be replaced with triple digit heat.

CanasI’m painting on the this side of the house today.

UPYesterday and the day before was up here! One thing about it, I could see for miles.  Although, I tried NOT to look down.

Evening-WorkIn the evening Terry, Boomer and I weed the pinto bean field.  It’s not toooo huge, only 20 acres.  We work at it morning and evening.  Once the beans shoot the feelers and the rows grow shut we won’t be able to weed anymore.  Weeding is terribly important…if you get too much trash in the pinto beans the elevator docks you for the cleaning of the beans.

Purple We take a break; sipping iced tea outside, in the cool of the shade.  Resting a spell and listening the bees hum as they gather pollen.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda