Flying high and higher and highest still, the Sandhill cranes passed overhead low enough for a photo and loud enough for their calls to be heard.
And a wonderful! Complete! RAINBOW! Sparking the world all washed clean and smelling crisp and new!
WOW!
“The bees are stirring, burds are on the wing, and Winter, slumbering in the open air, wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!”– Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Thank you ever so much!
Linda
A little early morning gem for you. There was the lightest mist of rain in the air, the sun was coming up behind me, and here was this tiny sliver of bow with just the faintest echo outside it. Sadly the second bow was too pale to register in the photo, but I could see it.
The decision has been made
To continue farming again.
Every year, at this time, we talk about it and talk about it—then Terry gets on the tractor
A big smile spreads across his face.
The tractor roars to life
And ‘we’ begin.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The afternoon breeze picked up
Bringing in a winter storm,
The wind pushed steadily 
Terry says he gives Thanks often
For a cab on the tractor, with a heater, this time of year.
🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Yesterday was one over those miserable cold days March is famous for.
But, gradually, ever-so-slowly the sky started to clear
Spreading sunlight in a glowing strip
Along the base of Grand Mesa
Highlighting the ‘Dobie foothills in a marvelous bath of sunshine!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The cat, dog and I had to take another try at that wonderous March Full Moon
The clouds were staying away
The air had a softness to it
And the moon still looked full
Although, it wasn’t really any more
Nor did it seem as close to the earth as it did the other night
Still, for a time the moon transcended the boundaries of the ordinariness of every day — making everything seem magical.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
This month I have been blogging for eight years! Over that time I’ve learned much about blogging…the first posts were so dismal…I just posted a photo with the word (for instance) Terry plowing and under the photo I wrote–plowing.
Over time I began to understand how to blog so it was at least a tad more interesting. 🙂
Although, this started out as a farming blog, in reality it really hasn’t changed much. It still is a farming blog, but it is also a tiny peak into our lives and the lives of the animals that live with us on the farm.
You get to see the struggles, and the successes. Yesterday we worked on ONE of the broken gated pipes (we still have two more to go).
DONE!
You’ve met our children, and our grand children and all the dog grandchildren.
You cried along with me over the loss of my Fuzzy.
And now you are reading a fictional serial with Boomer as the Star.
I have grown older in the eight years
and so has Terry. Every year he says he is going to stop farming…then comes Spring and he begins again. This year he said: “I guess I really can’t stop, I think my blood is really made of dirt”. We had a big laugh at that, but you know something, it just might be true. 🙂
Anyway, thank you, each and everyone of you, those who comment and those who just drop by and visit for a spell. I appreciate you…it makes blogging extra fun.
Very humbly, your friend on a farm in western Colorado,
Linda
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