When over by the equipment (spreading seeds for the wildlife)
I saw the cutest little family
Searching for seeds!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A group of Hummingbirds is called
A Charm.
How cool is that?
Whoever decided to call them a Charm
Picked a perfect word to describe them
The Golden light last night
Seemed to turn all the little Humminbirds
Gold.
Golden Charms.
The Rufus are back. They have been here for a couple of weeks now.
They are early
Usually arriving the first week in August.
The Rufus turned and even Golder
Golden color in that Magic Hour of sun.
As did the sky!
From my heart to your world,
Linda
The last two days we enjoyed rain showers…sometimes the rain rode the sky in the morning
Or kissed the earth on a mid-night wind
At points the rain came in wild and untamed—
Cooling down the earth, so at one point we lived within a cloud
The moisture from the warm earth rising up to meet the cool air…fog –a most glorious and unusual gift in the high mountain desert!
Then yesterday the clouds all scuttered away on high wind, neither seen or felt here on on our little part of the earth
Walking among the flowers I could feel the Magic of the Old Ones
It’s still here, clinging to the earth…
Lifting us up for a heartbeat
(The Red Day-lily is a gift from Marianne )
In the shadows of ancient clouds.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The heat here has been exhausting. Part of the reason we are are so hot is the fact we have corn fields all around us…all but the five acres of pinto beans right in front of the house.
Since the humidity is high for us, it seems hotter than normal. I know nothing like those of you who live where there is high humidity all the time. (July and part of August is the monsoon time for the high mountain deserts of the Rocky Mountain mountain range).
Anyway, since the humidity is high, with afternoon thunder and lightening storms complete with rain and living in a much higher humid environment A CORN FIELD we are ‘feeling the heat’!
The corn fields effectively block any slight breezes or tiny winds that flow over the top of the Uncompahgre (Un-come-pah-gray–accent on the `pah) Plateau and onto the surrounding mesa’s including ours–California Mesa.
Corn fields by nature ARE hot and humid! Therefore, we are like tall green corn plants maturing in the July sun. Even the swamp cooler doesn’t help; it produces even more humidity.
Yesterday was a ‘sore trial’ as my beloved maternal Grandmother used to say! Being a child I never really understood that saying…but as a Grandmother myself, having lived many days and then some; I do.
(Anymore my Grandmother’s words seem to sing to me in the breezes, to ride with me over the dirt roads as I help change water, or we rest on the patio in the evening. I hear her spirit moving through my own words and in encounters of weeds and plants in the gardens, which we both love.)
The little grandchildren arrive off and on through the days, staying a short while then getting on their bikes to peddle home creating their own breezes as the fly through the fields between houses. I’m sure they don’t understand the term ‘sore trial’. 🙂
Still it is only the humidity that is hard to manage. Everything else is going nicely.
Last week Terry’s brother ‘dropped by’ on his way back to his home in Gilbert, Arizona. Terry enjoyed their couple of hours visit — after a quick ride in the corvette, Roger was back on the road. He had miles and miles to go from here to Utah, then New Mexico, and on into Arizona.
All the hay is in and stacked and some has already been sold. Terry has started water on the very dry alfalfa field as we begin again preparing for the third cutting.
Today we rest…no hard jobs. Just those things that must be done.
Your friend on a farm in Western Colorado,
Linda