Joy! Joy! To you and me —-that amazing, glorious moon, rising through the haze, seen peaking at us from beneath clouds!
Shadows under the Willow tree— giving shade to any who wish
One! (1) lonely Heavenly Blue Morning Trumpet—what an amazing glimmer
And then, when I am a little on the sad side, or the worried side, or just feeling a bit down…I am gifted kisses from the earth!
Oh! Lift up your heart! Sing loudly from your soul! Who can ask for more?
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
(This is looking into the west)
I was taking a wee walkabout, enjoying the shadowing of the earth from the setting sun and the gift of a rising full moon
(Taken with my phone—-it’s not the best, but oh, well.)
A brilliant, brilliant, moon — if a little bit of cloudy, sky. (This is to the east)
(This was too the west) When
silently overhead an owl, went hunting by. (No dog or cat was with me, thankfully)
GIFTS!!! Glimmers! Huge delights all rolled into one!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Walking in the moonlight—the moon’s energy so profound, moving each of us into it’s flow.
Moon—another form of life-force, a current of soft silver music
Selenophilia (n): Loving the moon and finding it soothingly captivating.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The wind tells the earth—sing the praises of life and thankfulness to the Heavens.
Sing so the humans on the planet can also hear!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
By the light of that Marvelous moon
And in the blessing of our brilliant sun
With the addition of water
The new field of alfalfa is growing bigger and stronger each and every day!
Ahh, the marvelous, joyful, time called Summer!
Your Friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I love twilight
My maternal grandmother did too.
I called her Love Grandma.
Together, she and I would go walking in the velvet time,
Between day and night.
Or sit together (comfortably) in her kitchen [without any lights]
As the day turned to brilliant colors
And the air became like velvet.
It is still a magical time for me
A special time, no matter what the season,
A sacred time between ‘what was’
and what will become
A time of true magic
When the world holds it’s breath
Then everything disappears into stars.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
(I hate this new way of writing on WordPress!)
Please excuse the mistakes, but this is taking some getting used to!!
It’s very crisp coolness here, of a morning. Not enough to see your breath, but getting close.
By afternoon, late afternoon, around 5 p.m. it is warm. Nicely so.
We are busy, as always, although, the irrigations are now done.
We are waiting for the corn to dry down before we harvest. It takes time.
Days of warmth, rustling of wind through the stalks, nights of cool to cold.
Many such days…each day passing, each day similar to the day before.
Still, change is taking place, in the air, on the cooling earth, in the glowing light of the sky
Silently changing, silently moving forward.
Always
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I love taking photos of the moon
I try to capture the moon whenever possible, even with the wrong camera to pick it up.
I look for the moon in the sky, glistening bright and fresh, bejewelling our earth
Sometimes covered in misty crystals of ice…like frozen cobwebs in the air.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
It’s been hot here of late, hot with a hot wind; a hot continuous wind
But that is not what I have been wondering about
I’ve been wondering about our world,
And for sure the crazy, frenzied, over-the-top actions going on in our nation
The anger, the destruction, the need to —- ?
Makes me think we are repeating a very old theme in history—
(This is the moon 🙂 )
That theme of gain and cost. The desire to broaden command over valuable resources
at which (at the very same time) those same resources we are all absolutely reliant on as essentials.
I hope we have (not) now entered a time of unstoppable cultural fracturing.
I often think of Liebig’s law, of the ‘law of the minimum”
Which is deceptively simple: our limits are set, not by the maximum of necessary things, but by the minimum which is available.
Just a short trip the grocery store points that out to me in glaring shards of light
It’s thought-provoking
While I ponder this in an off and on manner. Saturday evening we had rain
No matter how tight vital supplies are, how hard they are to get, how expensive they are to purchase — and how angry and over-the-top destructive things become—-there is always hope!
From my heart to your world,
Linda
P.S. Please don’t write to me scathing comments about how wrong I am and I need to get my head out of the sand, or other mean things. Ugly never produces positive feelings. Therefore, I won’t approve your comment for I do like to live my life in hope.
Hugs to each and every one of you!
Yesterday was a rare warm January afternoon…warming up enough we went for a walk just to savor the air
All that changed over-night. We woke to fog and snow. Lots and lots of snow. It’s beautiful
Still, yesterday was strangely lovely (game camera photo)
Then last evening the clouds rolled in; pushed along with a brisk wind, but before the swirling snow started
I went out to take a photo of the finger-nail shaped moon and one star close by
Boomer and I breathing in the cold air of the night
Your friend on western Colorado farm,
Linda
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