Waiting for me to see—- a May Basket of TWO Heart Rocks – a gift from the Earth to me.
Isolophilia: A strong preference or love for solitude, where one enjoys being alone, associated with introspection, peace, or personal space.
Happy May Day! The First of May —- YAY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It speaks to my heart,
My mind and my soul!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I hold my eyes to the ground trying to move them in harmony with the soil and the rocks, and the bits of weeds and stuff
Searching with a wee prayer in my heart: “If you are there little heart, show yourself to me. Please I beseech you!”
Then I calm my clamoring mind and wait for a heart to appear.
Sometimes it does —like this one last year.
Sometimes there is nothing.
Which is fine. If I am to find a heart, and the heart is ready to be found.
It will appear. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Take these wee little gifts of Mayday flowers
Let them lift your heart from all your responsibilities–those things you can never stop doing
Marvel, with me at these perfect little jewels
Lighting up your computer screen
Saying: Rejoice!
So many of us Love you!
From my heart to your heart,
Linda
Although it is raining and raining and raining, in the mountains around us it is still snowing.
But between the rain and the upper mountain snow, there is still melt occurring.
The Robidoux River, just below our farm in the Roubidoux canyon is flooding….all the
the tremendous amount of water coming from the high country on the Uncompahgre Mesa
Just looking at the water like this: rushing, raging, tearing away the banks completely changing the course of the river
Tends to make me feel like I might fall in and drown….so I stay far, far away
The Rubidoux River is so full it is almost to touch the railroad bridge as it flows into the Gunnison River…
The Gunnison River is swollen from the gathering of all the streams and the merging of the Uncompahgre River (in Delta), plus the Rubidoux River…it is HUGE now…hurtling toward Grand Junction where it will join the Colorado River.
As the day started winding down, I saw a very faint rainbow in the hissing rain of the dark grey sky
It wasn’t very bright, nor did it last long.
Still, I saw it…and that was just the most perfect gift on the last day of April 2019.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The wind has been rather rough here of late. Days of high winds and cold weather.
Still the fragile fruit trees are blooming…bursting forth in masses of blooms in hopes of having fruit.
The wind is armed with cruel arrows of 20 m.p.h. to 40 m.p.h. bursts trying to shatter and scatter the blooms.
Now, today, it’s cold. Windy and cold.
The little birds sit in pairs trying to keep warm.
Still the work goes on. Early morning to late at night. The spring sunlight breathing cold with the wind, but stunning in the sky.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Today I am having computer troubles. Sigh!
It seems my modem is finished…dead…done.
So I must be off to get one today…I’m rather addicted to my blog and to visiting with all of you.
I hope to get this fixed very soon.
Love,
Linda
72 years old and still going strong!
530 John Deere
GTO
Corvette
Loving Grandpa
Farmer
Corn Harvest
Happy Birthday!
Love,
Linda
For 37 years Terry was a lineman for the power company—most of that time he was a Line Foreman. (Here they are repairing a broken top of a pole —-an electric pole…not a telephone pole!)
This was taken when they were helping with a huge fire at Paonia, Colorado
Here they are sitting a power pole.
All the wind we have been having caused one of the yard lights to trip a breaker then go out.
Still a lineman!
Love,
Linda
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