I got a message on messenger with this lovely, lovely rainbow.
“Here is a rainbow from near Seneca Lake, Wayne Township, Noble County, Ohio. It is a double rainbow. You can barely see the one to the left. We had 1 1/2 inches of rain in about one hour. Makes around 5″ in the last week”
(And, if you look close there is the start of a third rainbow! WOW! Something I have only heard about; never seen!!)
What a lovely and beautiful gift…Thank you ever so much,
Linda
Connie from Minnesota sent me these homemade wasp nests. You stuff them with plastic bags then decoupage them. After they are dry you hang them where wasps like to nest.
I needed to hurry and get them hung up because TLC Cai-Cai thought they were made for him. 🙂
No more invasive bugs at our house!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Our grandmother, Mother to my Dad, was a very bright woman. She only had an 8th-grade education but had taught herself to grow way beyond that limited formal training.
All the while my brother and I were growing up she was the Post Mistress of the Eckert, Colorado post office. Having past the very exacting exam; not missing one question.
Our grandmother, Mother to my Momma, was much more fortunate getting to go to college and earning the right to be a teacher of education in the Elementry grades.
Our Mother graduated high school and married in June. For her high school was enough.
(My brother and myself)
What these three women believed in propelled my brother and myself to become enthralled and enamored with the written word and books.
Grandma Holder (Dad’s mother) would read to us from the newspaper. Yes, I know. What child in their right mind would enjoy listening to news articles from a newspaper?
I know we would sit by her side, Dan on the left, me on the right and she would read to us; ending with the comic page. Where she read each and every comic to us.
I’m sure we didn’t understand it all, and often times would fall asleep to the sound of her voice. But truly she gave to us a gift untold.
Grandma Thomas, Mother’s Momma, would read to us little Golden books and other short stories, but what she truly did was TELL us stories. True stories from her childhood, made up stories with morals…like cleaning the house is fun…and imaginative stories about rabbits and other furry creatures.
As Grammy told the stories her voice would change and she would ‘become’ each character so we could ‘see’ in our minds what she was saying.
Momma would always read to us at bedtime. Danny first, he was younger so went to bed sooner. But not much sooner…just sooner enough for Momma to read the story. Then it was my turn.
What an amazing gift they gave us…the spreading of our minds, the unspooling of distant lands and cultures, the ability to reclaim peace through stopping a moment with a good book in hand.
Some gifts are so precious we never really understand them until we actually make it through each day of our lives until we have a nice large space of time to look back and understand.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you. Hafez
The earth, the sky, water, animals, and plants all of the natural world—makes me happy.
Living on this farm, hugging on the farmer every night, or randomly throughout the day,
Those are all such joy producing moments
Every second of every day
The stories of each and everything surrounding me tells a story
Sometimes the story is one of sadness…like the two little baby raccoons smashed on the county road this morning
But the largest majority of the day (and night) is full of wonder
And, above all, magic.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
My world is small. I realize that. But it’s a small I relish and enjoy.
For instance:
I feel great excitement, and joy, in the contented knowledge the pinto beans are up..sprouting forth into warm (HOT) yellow light
And every field of corn is up!
The green of all leaves coloring the world in brilliance!
We set water early, early morning and late in the evening.
Several times of day we are checking the water, making sure the tubes are still running, the rows getting wet, the plants receiving moisture!
Overhead the sun shimmers, baking every particle of everything…scattering— instantly— gobbling up every morsel of moisture into the air.
The irrigation water pushes up little puffs of dust, as the earth feels the exaltation, of the flowing streams; the gurgles of a song of hope!
Then THERE…in the chaos of rushing water I saw a rainbow!
That little gift bringing an sensation of joy!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
From my world to your heart,
Linda
No rainbow yet but something else that might interest you. My daughter spotted what I believe is a little Kevin Helmholtz cloud…
http://earthsky.org/earth/kelvin-helmholzt-clouds
Charlotte
(See that little wavy cloud? What a neat find)
Here you can see it better!
Charlotte from the blog, THE DAILY CURE sent me this series of cloud photos. (And a tiny little peak into the wonderful world of Italy!)
I always, always, always enjoy getting photos from you. I promise I will post them and give you credit—that way even more people can see this big, wonderful world we live in!
And I truly believe the earth, sky, and all of nature are a magical things! A treasure we only need to stop and ‘see’.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
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