Blue–my favorite color mixed with Lavender/Purple
The Color of the shadows
The early morning light fills the whole farm in shadows (our house in the distance)
The golden hour mingles shadows onto the buildings
6:00 a.m. Shadows brighten the sunlight bits and pieces
A walk into the shadow is very cooling
Noon day shadows are made up of tree leaves
And great little hidden spots!
Shadows I love how they brighten the earth.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Sometimes, when things appear to become overwhelming,
I seem to have a hard time catching my breath
More than catching my breath
Actually, breathing!
It’s like I’m holding my breath
Bracing myself before the next shoe might fall
And, of course, the operative word
Is might.
And then— I learn that the Earth always says:
“Might” is a pretty vague word–
Believe, instead in Magic.
For Magic is right there existing for, and with, us— always, and evermore.
From my world to your Heart,
Linda
The day is full of such amazing, unexpected, delightful sights
Little sightings, fluttering softly on the edge of our every day
Elusive, searching, trotting here and there
A bright golden/red spot moving along — just over there
Sometimes running in a quick and fast tightly wound sprint
A blur of spun gold with a lush bushy tail. 
Time is always spent in the pursuit of food
The minutes the seconds, the hours
The pause…so still…the birds are silent
Food.
One life-giving up living for another.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We finished up!
Nice green leafy, baled in the dew hay.
A nice feeling.
One field down, one more to go.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A squall blew up for a few seconds/minutes yesterday…dropping light rain on the ground and messing up all the just washed windows….ah, well, they will wash again.
Then the clouds dispersed and a steadily strengthening sun came out…I didn’t see a rainbow. 😦
There were other beautiful things to share—the warm evening air, tenting us with the feeling of silk on our skin
The light and shadows falling on those things in bloom, making welcome colors for our eyes
And that sound of always running water, giving life to crops.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sunday we built fence. Opening up a new pasture for that heart of a horse, Romeo.
Building along the base of Coyote Hill. The day was hot and heavy—causing our skin to burst into stinging sweat.
Black Beauty and Boomer helping us…although, Boomer wandered off most of the time; Beauty stay right with Shannon. Never far away.
Up and over, down and around, past the little creek, the bugs making our skin dance with impact of their tiny biting mouths.
Finally we made it! Steam coming off our skin like vaporous ghosts the pasture was fenced in…ready for that amazing horse; we all seem to love.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
So far the days have started out warm—then they cloud over, with a sharp cool wind; by sunset we are back to warmth.
In Between, we sometimes have to wear a jacket or a coat.
The Uncompahgre Plateau even has full blown storms hinting that we are about to get drenched.
But today…this morning… the sun is shining and spreading heat across the land.
Boomer and I followed Terry up to the end of the Middle Field where we are removing a fence.
The air was full of bird songs, the squawk of pheasants, the buzzing of bees…I always find being up here soothing.
There is only Terry and I and Boomer—the feeling is peace.
It is also called Home.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 