The Bone Chilling Beauty of Fire — Sunday, June 21, 2020

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.

Fires, ever so deadly…

Please…remember to be careful in this hot dry windy time.

Please.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

SHOP PARTY!!!— Thursday, June 21, 2018

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

To Change the Reality—Wednesday, June 21, 2017

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

 

 

The Summer Solstice —-Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Clemitas

“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

Cultivating-CornIt 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.

Pink-Lilies

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.

Pink-HollyhocksThe air is perfumed with the incense of rose.

Good-Morning-SunshineThis morning sunrise is a visible promise of more sun-heated shadows under trees and along buildings.

Set-of-LastAs the sun set, last night, the birds and insects started falling silent—until it was

Last-Set

just us, Terry, Boomer and I–the running water, the cooling earth

Strawberry-Moon

And the Strawberry Moon.

From my world to your heart,

Linda