From First Light Until Way Past Last Light—-Thursday, March 9, 2017

We start early this time of year…Just before First Light

and end way after the sunlight has washed from the sky

Terry has moved from disking into plowing.  (Yes, we still plow.  Terry and I are firm believers of the re-building the soil, with last year’s old stalks.

We don’t burn off the land, nor do we do no-till.  No-till dosen’t work in our area, although it has been tried here. We have tried also—the only part of the farm that is not plowed is last year’s bean ground—and, of course the hay fields, unless they are to be replanted.)

Our books are now done and at the CPA, all my housework is finally caught up—

And I have begun the spring yard work.  Sure is lots of ‘stuff’ to be raked and cleaned and readied for planting next month.

We were so tired last night we fell asleep in our chairs.

Around 4 in the morning I woke–ready to start the day…shish (I’ve moved to daylight saving time in my body) the moon was just about to set.  My window was filled with stars, a sort of hazy luminous cloud mist was starting to wisp across the moon, the black-velvet of the night slowing fading into indigo,

Lifting my heart in gladness.  We are all so lucky…you and I…to be able to live in this amazingly beautiful world.

Later on—after the work started outside—the sun brighten the clouds, in the east calling all to ‘wake-up’  a new day is beginning!

From my world to your heart,




The Light —a Thing of Beauty—Wednesday, March 9, 2016


The sun rising.  The birds chattering and sending medleys of sound through out the day.

I’m very much looking forward to Daylight Savings Time.  Terry and I have already switched.  We are up early, early and then tired early.

SmokeOur neighbors are still burning.  You can see it drifting up over our mesa from the valley floor just below us.  I’m ready for burn season to end.  😦  I do try to keep  a positive look on things, just so my soul and mind stay balanced, but burn season is always such a worry.


The tender spring buds on the trees are brilliant in the bright blue.  The branches of the trees are still mostly bare against the skies…but the promise of new life is there.

PinkLast evening as the sun set, Terry and I watched the sun sinking behind the Uncompahgre Plateau (Un-come-pah-gray—accent on the pah) The fading day robed in pink and purple glory.

The long shafts of the sinking sun burst through the air, lighting up the new little white calves in brilliant flashes of white.

Our nights are still frigid…but a freshness moves through the icy air promising growth, green things, newness…Life.

We stayed watching the night creep up, the cool air wrapping itself around us, then when the light reached it’s peak of stunning beauty (just before all color fades) we turned and walked back to the house and the waiting super in the crock pot…full of contentment.



The Sky—Thursday, March 9, 2015

“The sky is the daily bread of the eyes”: —Ralph Waldo Emerson

Good-NightOh, how right Mr. Emerson is!

RoseToday Terry and I are driving to Rifle, Colorado, to pick up our oldest granddaughter. Linkin is missing us and asked if she could come stay several days …Thursday through Sunday.

StunningThere was NO hesitation on our part! YES!  We will be there.  Terry was a little concerned with Linkin missing school, but she is top of her class—a couple of days spent with her grandparents won’t hurt her school work.  I will just have to make sure she gets her homework done, if she has any.

We will meet her parents back in Rifle on Sunday sending a ‘refreshed’ little girl home until spring break at the end of this month.

The neighbor’s (across the way from the other house) cat has had kitten’s over in the barn at our other house.  The three little kitten’s will be four weeks old when we pick up Linky…they are purr-fect for a cat-loving 10 year old little girl to spend lots of quality time petting.  The Momma cat is very loving and a nice sharer of her kittens; I thinking the Momma will enjoy lots of loving also.

With great joy,

Your friend,



Waning Moon—Monday, March 9, 2015

Over-the-plateauThe moon is starting to morph into a different look, not as full, coming up later in the evening and much later in the day.

Dead-Man's-LandIt’s still really beautiful.  The early dawn gave the moon a slight pink shade as it slid under the rim of the Uncompahgre Plateau.  (Un-come-pah-gray—-accent on the pah.)

You can see more of the houses on the flat lands just before their ground drops off into Robideaux Canyon…you can also see the edge of our mesa (and farm) at the end of the corn field.

It’s up there clear above the snow packed slick canyon walls Mr. Davis and his daughter’s cows will spend their summer days.

Off now to go work in the old coal room.  Soon it will become a much different room. (Terry and I hope).  If we don’t go down there, we will start hauling dirt to build ditches with and to level out some of the fields.  Seems like we have way too much stuff to do right now.

Hope your day is a good one!

Your Friend,