What a Strange Spring—Full of Hostile and Violent Wind — Wednesday, June 15, 2022

We are working in wind again.  A Hostile wind full of dirt and debris

The wind buffets everything. And the HEAT—a huge part of the wind blisters all who are out it in. (Often times followed by a cool front that is downright cold)

Erratic violence.

which panics the little birds snatching them, by force, and flinging them here and there.

It’s been a strange, strange Spring full of amazing, sometimes scary, wind.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

After the Smoke Cleared — Tuesday, June 15, 2021

The Veering wind sweep the smoke from the sky (it will be back, I’m sure)

I saw, in the muted and filtered light,—the moon and a star —probably a planet but I don’t know which one. 🙂

The light was soft and kind and beautiful.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The God(s) Do Talk to Us —- Monday, June 15, 2020

Your God, My God, and Everyone’s God

Talks to us.

Sometimes they talk in signs

Sometimes writing in the heavens

Sometimes sending the sun to chase away the shadows

Often times the messages are so loud and clear

We can not hear or see

We are looking for an answer

That Crashes like a Symbol!  Something that SHOUTS!

But the answers are always there…

The answers filter into our thoughts,

Subtle, but profound

It’s up to us to listen—

With our souls.

If we truly and honestly want an answer.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Almost Cried (a quote from Stephen King) —Thursday, June 15, 2017

“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.” – Stephen King

I know this sounds silly…..but sometimes the world, the sky, the very air we breath is so excitingly beautiful!

I give thanks for allowing to be alive, to experience this very existence of such a wonderful earth we live upon.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

All the Way from the Land Down Under —- Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Kate, from Australia sent to me

Another from Kate

TWO beautiful rainbows taken at Town and Far Beaches, Mackay, north Queensland

From Kate

Lucky me, lucky her, and, now, Lucky YOU!

Linda

 

The Cherries are Turning—Monday, June 15, 2015

My Sour Cherry THICKET (yes, I have a thicket—I made one on purpose.  You see we need to keep the sides of the canal from eroding—lots of trees create lovely roots that hold the bank together.) is starting to produce.

Cherries-2Lovely sour cherries!  Perfect for pies and homemade maraschino cherries, sauce for ice cream and jellies and jams.

I must pick a little every day, since that is how they ripen.

Cherries I try to pick first thing in the morning.  Then those, which ripen during the day the birds may eat.  I have to be fast…very fast!  The Robins and Red-winged black birds and all the hordes of little brown birds, the Starlings and doves sit in the the pear and apple trees screeching at me telling to me to SCRAM!!!

I talk to them as I pick…’settle down. I won’t be here long.  Just long enough to get some for us—it’s polite to share, you know…’

They share, but grudgingly, very grudgingly.  The second I pick up my two buckets and head to the house the call goes out—SHE IS LEAVING!  Hurry, we have to get as much as our tummies can hold!  The tree limbs shake and shiver as the masses descend.

I won’t get tons and tons of cherries, because I do have tons and tons of birds.  But what I do get will be just enough for Terry and I, and to serve for special meals come winter.

Your friend,

Linda