Last Tuesday,
June 16, 2020 smoke filled our skies,
our eyes, and our lungs
The smoke came into us from the huge fire in Durango, Colorado
And another one on the Indian Reservation called the Six-Shooter Fire
Plus those fires burning in Arizona.
Please…remember to be careful in this hot dry windy time.
Please.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Ever since we got the shop built
I’ve been wanting a shop party!
Then Saturday….in an impulse of a moment
I got to have one!
In the rain, in the shop, a fun little celebration for a fourteen-year-olds birthday!
Love,
Linda
Terry says our daily reality is all about—
“FLAT TIRES! I can’t believe how many flat tires we’ve had since the start of farm season! This is the sixth flat tire!”
“Well, at least they have been on different pieces of equipment.” I replied
“Hump! trailers, stack wagon, tractor, disk, and now the four-wheeler!” he grumped.
“Oh, well…off to get this fixed. BUT…I’m up for changing this reality. How about you?”
“Okay…No more flat tires.” I agreed!
From your friend on a Colorado Farm.
Linda
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. THe sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”—Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tracy and TIb
It has been hot here. Very hot! The thermometer read 106* yesterday around four o’clock in the afternoon. And supposed to be even warmer today.
I love the heat! Yes! Really I do. Although…. walking outside is like pushing aside those heavy curtains on stages…the ones usually made of red velvet with gold trim.
The air is perfumed with the incense of rose.
This morning sunrise is a visible promise of more sun-heated shadows under trees and along buildings.
As the sun set, last night, the birds and insects started falling silent—until it was
just us, Terry, Boomer and I–the running water, the cooling earth
And the Strawberry Moon.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
