The World is Not Black and White—-Wednesday, August 8, 2018

It isn’t even shades of gray

It’s full of color and beauty and a whole list of wonderous growing things

It’s full of those small things.  Things that are made up of seconds, even moments, filling time until minutes accrue

Each second heaping onto one another; riding piggy-back until it becomes a whole day

And that whole day becomes your life.

Gradually the day winds down and the night comes on

The distant sun shrouded in clouds and smoke.  The last burst of color fills our eyes as the day cools and the sun sinks into the west.

Reminding us to give Thanks for the gift of one more day!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

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A Walk Down my Little Path —Monday, July 6, 2015

3Step into my little side garden and sit a spell with me.

1I’ll bring out some iced tea, or if you prefer a Pepsi

2We will talk about nothing really.  Just sit and get to know each other–tell little stories of times gone by

4We will share the garden with the Hummingbirds, the bumble bees and the honey bees, I hope you are not afraid of them…they rush tangibly here and there among the flowers

5I’ll snip you some herbs–catnip for your kitties, or maybe some catmint, a small bouquet of lavender…or mondera for your tea.

rewCome sit in the garden with me.

Your friend,

Linda

 

 

Lavender and a Fence —-Thursday, July 10, 2014

Sun riseGosh, summer is flying by.  It wasn’t too long ago (around the Summer Solstices) the little birds were waking up at first light…singing sleepily to the lightening day.  For us here (it’s all relative I know) that was 4:40 in the morning.  Today I wake before the first cheep of the day, which occurs around 5:11 a.m.   The Sunrise: 5:56 a.m.; it now sets at 8:39 p.m.  Our Day length is fourteen hours and fort-three minutes.

On the Summer Solstice the sunrise was 5:48 a.m. and the sunset at 8:41 p.m.  Making our day fourteen hours and fifty-three minutes. It doesn’t seem like much because the days are warm and lovely and long.

Pinto-Bean-FieldI’ve been weeding in the pinto bean field.  I do it every evening.  I’m 3/4 of the way through. I need to hurry as the pinto beans are starting to bloom and to shoot feelers.  (The mosquitoes and hoards of other biting flying insects are having delicious time with me out there also!)

Once the rows grow shut the weeds will get to party.  (Then Terry and I will just have to ignore them.  It’s sort of hard because the pinto beans are planted in front of the house this year.  Not only will we see the weeds, but so will everyone else driving down the road 😦 )

LavendarMy lavender is just lovely!  I had to share it with you!

Lavendar-2The joyful sound of bees working with each blossom fills the summer air. When you move past the lavender plants the smell is of heaven. (I’m sure heaven must have a smell…don’t you?

Block-fenceMy contribution to this weeks Good Fences and Gates over on Teresa’s blog is a decorative cement block fence going up Third Street Hill in Delta. This house was originally built by a really good Physician in our town.

For more fun and unusual fences head on over to the Run *A* Round Ranch and check what others have posted.  It is surprising how many unusual fences and gates are out there in the big wide world.

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Your Farm Friend on a lovely July Day,

Linda

Winter Adds a New Color to the Mix, January 7, 2014

Just as I was getting used to the winter colors…marveling at the colors that consist of pale blues, the shimmery lavenders, the twenty shade of pink…

Brown

 

The heavens blazed with forgotten shades of orange and yellow

OrangeLighting up the canyons and the Uncompahgre Plateau…(Un-come-pah-gray, with the accent on the ‘pah’)

REd-GoldEven the blue of the sky reminded me of the blue of summer.

YellowI think the heavens send us these visual reminders that spring and summer really does come…the skies will be full of warm colors and blue skies…hang on…hang on…

So I shall.

“The best things in life are unseen.  That’s why we close our eyes when we kiss, laugh and dream.”–Unknown

Your friend,

Linda