The Dream Which Holds Us—Thursday, May 31, 2018

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.¬† ūüė¶

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

For Romeo — Wednesday, May 31, 2017

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

The Days are Full of Peace—-Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Coming--BackSo far the days have started out warm—then they cloud over, with a sharp cool wind; by sunset we are back to warmth.

Cultivating-1In Between, we sometimes have to wear a jacket or a coat.

Irrigating-in-the-rainThe Uncompahgre Plateau even has full blown storms hinting that we are about to get drenched.

EdgeBut today…this morning… the sun is shining and spreading heat across the land.

UsBoomer and I followed Terry up to the end of the Middle Field where we are removing a fence.

FencesThe air was full of bird songs, the squawk of pheasants, the buzzing of bees…I always find being up here soothing.

Little-Creek-at-the-Upper-EThere is only¬†Terry and I and Boomer—the feeling is peace.

It is also called Home.

From my world to your heart,

Linda