There is nothing like having the visit of a grandchild…
They bring back those things you have forgotten how to do
That shining, excited, gaiety…which lives in motion in youth.
Then it was time to leave us and go spend the weekend with Aunt Kimi and Uncle Cliff….bouncing, bouncing all the way.
From our world to your heart,
I love the quiet of the day…although (as you know) it really isn’t quiet.
I also love the intensity of the light—-everyday and every hour it’s different…
Sometimes the air throbs with the hymns of light.
The sky so big and and so real it feels like we are tiny as ants
Sometimes it feels like the color actually sighs through the land
Warm and lush, with rain playing softly upon the Uncompahgre PlateauThe sky liquid with with song… a melody of color and light!
From my world to your heart,
Sometimes I’m asked if I ever get bored—now that I’m retired from a paying job.
(A past photo)
No actually, I never get bored! I do get restless, sometimes. But never bored.
There always seems to be something to do or to see or to experience—-right here on the farm. Those small little creatures which keep my mind from wandering into dullness.
Winter will ‘do me in’ with it’s terrible cold and long dreary days. But I’m not bored. The frozen outside has stilled the voices of trees and water. The winter animals and birds are desperately on the hunt for food and survival, the sounds chill on the air with the low slung arc of the sun.
I bought my bedding plants yesterday and will plant them today. I will work digging the little holes needed for each small plant listening to the voices murmuring in the trees and the water of the canal, as I carefully water and fill in the soil around each plant. Terry and I will repair the outside furniture, set an arch he made for me, and I will start painting the trim and benches in the gardens. I will paint, then weed, and trim, and prune as the sun travels across the sky.
With love from my world to your heart!
The cold rain and the sharp wind of the last few days has just been miserable.
The little birds have sat around in puffed feathers all hunched up…looking just…miserable.
The rain has been lovely for my yard
Everything is rich and lush and green.
Last evening, in a huge rush of wind, the clouds started parting and waving good-bye heading toward the north and the east. (I waved delightedly to them as they left! 🙂 )
All the birds feathers laid back down
Songs filled the soft evening air!
Today we have scattered bits of sunshine, lots of bird songs and joy everywhere!
I hope you have a most lovely Sunday…a day of Sun—it looks like we will have!