The wind, ah, the wind, days of hard blowing wind
Ever so necessary to melt all the snow on the Uncompahgre Plateau
And dry up all the mud
Still in the early morning air
The blooms stand straight and tall
Instead of whipped about and leaning.
The sun is bright overhead,
the air warm,
and in the early morning air
you can smell the grass
and earth and
the irrigation water soaking the land;
all the while birds are filling our ears with song.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Rocky, My Buddy, My Friend
You are the bestest most wonderful of Reading Dogs for Little Kids
Not only are you the bestest for little kids
You are the bestest with HUGE smiles for everyone!
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My Buddy, My friend
October 2007- May 2019
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The wind has been terrible again…50 m.p.h. gusts, my poor plants are feeling crushed and flatted and battered and beaten.
Even though the winds have been blowing, like God is angry, everything once invisible has become visible in the sunlight
The soft clouds dance and flicker through out the day
While the dry, dry soil gives us visual belief in the unseen wind.
More and more we are seeing the summer birds returning. Breathing brightness into the sunlight
Filling out the tapestry of grass, trees, leaves, flowers, bumble and honey bees
Even though the spinning pounding wind as been most unusual…
The beauty of spring fills our eyes, our hearts, our souls and the growing newness of the earth!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Saturday we needed some ‘time off’—something to give us rest and to soothe our minds
A day to lighten our hearts
So we headed to Parachute, Colorado to watch our grandson’s last track meet, and our youngest Granddaughter’s last soccer game.
The day flew by, as if caught up in quicksilver, suddenly over
Then it was home again!
Family—each per person you would die happily for, but you also know each and everyone must do their lives their own way.
Good or bad, failure or success.
So you just travel on…going forward into your own life. For that really is all there is.
Happy Mother’s Day
From my heart to your world,
Linda
I got my header photo over-night…setting there in my email waiting for me to sit down and open my computer. Elaine, from the Black Forest in Colorado, had a stunning rainbow appear close to her home. I just had to share it with each of you!
My Colorado Columbine are blooming. Although, it is illegal to remove plants from the wild, Colorado Columbine are readily available at the nurseries. This plant is about two years old and very colorful. I always think of my wonderful maternal Grandfather (he lived just down the orchard from us) who had two flowers that he adored, the Colorado Columbine and a Yellow Rose bush. You see he grew up in Texas...the Yellow Rose of Texas (a traditional American Folk song) and would sing it to us.
And NOW……TA DA!
My hummingbird photo!!!!
A Rufus hummingbird, by the way!
YAY! I think I did it! A neat Hummingbird photo!
And JOY of ALL JOYS the Corn IS UP!
Just in time, because another winter-like storm is due in here tonight. The clouds swarmed in from the west, bringing with them a colder day. The weather people say snow and heavy rain possible —again. Terry is out leveling the pinto bean field even as I sit here writing to you. Time is a huge factor. If he can get the field leveled and the big ditches made for that field, before the weather settles in he will be happy camper.
Anyway, yesterday was just the happiest of days; I just had to share with you!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The field trip was great fun!
Outside of the teacher and the bus driver I was the only other adult on the school bus, the other parent volunteers drove their cars to each site bringing the special needs students on the trip.
Children have untold energy! The bus was LOADED and full of excited talk and lots of smiling faces. I could feel myself smiling back the whole time.
This was my first time to visit Fort Uncompahgre.
You know me…history is my thing… so of course seeing and feeling this time period was a hoot. Made me wonder if I could live this lifestyle…YES!
Well, outside of the fact women were treated rather poorly back then—gambled away, sold off…worked hard…you know…not the best of life…I could do it. At least in my imagination! 🙂
Then on to Indian craft activities, lunch, then another bus ride to the library and the Sheriffs office.
Another cool place the Library– so full of knowledge! The librarians had several activities for the kids, which I found impressive.
Before we walked back to the school there was a nice play time for all the pent up energy.
While Grammy (all the kids called me Grammy 🙂 ) and the other volunteers rested.
Once more I was the only parent who walked back with the teacher. Over 50 children one teacher and one volunteer. What good children they were. No stragglers, no pushing or shoving, some concern from these little tykes that this very old Grammy would have a hard time walking all that way back and up that very steep hill.
But you know what, this Grammy didn’t have any trouble at all. In fact the four little girls that did struggle going up the hill were impressed that Linky’s Gramma could still walk so good. Their concern and surprise put a smile on my face and a song in my heart!
From a very old Grammy, who still feels very young,
Linda
The water at Blue Mesa Reservoir is horribly low….Terry says it is down about the size of the length of a football field. Blue Mesa Reservoir is also an extremely long reservoir—20 miles long.
Taylor Reservoir is still frozen over, but starting to thaw. It is low also, but nothing like this. Taylor Reservoir flows into the Blue Mesa Reservoir along with tributaries from other creeks and rivers.
Going back home (on the way up we went through Montrose to Gunnison then to Almont) we took ‘the long way home’ over the rim of the Black Canyon to Crawford, Hotchkiss, and then Delta.
The Black Canyon is the pathway of the Gunnison River, from which our irrigation and drinking water arrives to us.
We saw lots of deer, some elk, but the best was this Cub…wandering across the road.
He/she was heading to the other side, where Momma was probably waiting.
Having a little trip was really nice…broke up the work so we felt refreshed and able to get ‘back at it’; glad to do so!
Off now to work in the yard. I’m planting. I have cut my amount down considerably…two years ago I had 175 containers in 9 beds. Last year I cut down to 75 containers and nine beds. This year….I’m tired. I have 10 containers and the nine beds which at times still seems too much.
Anyway off to plant!
Linda
