In the Warmth and Glow of a Late Spring Day —Thursday, June 6, 2019

The quiet beauty of a farm  is not the glamor and glitz of a town, city, metropolis

Still, there is a bright glitter in the green growth of weeds and the

Quick flutters of wings and feathers.

To be able to actually see the enchantment

A human must be like a creeping shadow

Instead of blending into the raucous noise of a cities roar

Care must be taken to experience the unusual, instead of flinging oneself into the

Shimmering excitement of towns

The gold is lifted to our eyes on gentle breezes

As the shadows fall sharp upon the furrowed land.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Boy, Does Time Fly—Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Here we are the very first day of Spring!  2019 Spring Equinox

Happy Spring everyone!

To add to that joyous news is my wee announcement from WordPress:

Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com!

You registered on WordPress.com 12 years ago.

Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.

Gosh, how fast time have flown…not the easing of life between each season; spring, summer, fall and winter

But the years…it doesn’t seem like 12 years.  Yet over those 12 years, I have made many wonderful friends through this blog.

Each one of you a jewel in my day and a gift to my heart!

Thank you, everyone!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

A Song of Storms and Wind—-Sunday, February, 17, 2019

Friday night a storm started blowing in

The moon once clear, but with a halo, became fuzzy with clouds

By morning we were in a series of storms

The clouds grey and vaporous, dark and wraithlike

The wind pushing them along in a haunting song of winter’s lullaby

The wind was so sharp and cold it could peel your skin

All around the storm’s outriders turned the world to grey and then white

The wind howled and the rain fell flat and stinging

But by evening the lashing storm had spent itself, moving onward to other parts of the land

The clouds turned to gold and the air filled with sunshine.

Although, we are cold today…the day is beautiful; singing a much different song then yesterday!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Drink in the Moon —- Thursday, January 31, 2019

Drink in the Moon as though you might die of thirst.”–Sanober Khan 

“The moon replenishes the earth; when she approaches it, she fills all bodies, while, when she recedes, she empties them.”–from Natural History by Pliny the Elder, first-century Roman naturalist

Although we are just about to turn the page into FEBRUARY (YAY!) 

The January night sky was just stunning{ last night} and the moon this morning was delightful right next to a star!

The back of the moon backs up to a star with another one looking on!

Wonderful!  Just WONDERFUL!!!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

I Sing You a Song of the Moon—Tuesday, October 23, 2018

That beautiful wonderful Moon

Can you hear the shimmering song it sings in the sky?

So far away, yet close enough to light the earth and the sky with silver.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

Moon Shadows Floating By —- Tuesday, July 31, 2018

The sun sets with brilliant colors only seen through smoke and ash

Another fire broke out behind us...on the Uncompahgre Plateau….closer to the Nucla, Colorado side.

The fat lovely moon rises pink in the evening sky

Then as the night darkens and the air starts to crisp the moon breaks clear of the low lying smoke and ash

It breaks forth in a clear and marvelous wonder, casting moon shadows on the land… and filling the earth with its marvelous glow.

Terry and I sat outside on the swing, as the leaves made shadows as we slowly rocked to and fro.  (Boomer besides us and Mindy on Terry’s lap)

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

Echoes of Thunder —-Monday, July 23, 2018

A big storm rolled in last evening…massive clouds dropping chutes of rain all around us

The thunder and lightning played along the Uncompahgre Plateau

Terry and I sat outside under the carport and letting raindrops fall all around us.

After the fast-moving storm headed beyond us it was time to change the irrigation water one last time before night.

The light tumbling and playing within and on the storm clouds was invigorating.

Coming back in through all the fields of corn, alfalfa and the pinto beans I thought to myself the air feels more like August than July.  The heat sits on one (I AM NOT COMPLAINING — I do so love Summer!) the air hot and humid, and a certain stillness which bespeaks of growing and maturing plants.

Later, much later, Boomer and I went for a wee walk about–just to look at that glorious flourishing moon!

 Drowning us in light.  The clouds tumbling before a high-unseen wind; first covering the moon then not.

Closer to morning I saw the moon peaking light throughout the tops of the tasseled corn.

I think night is just so beautiful.  I do.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Silvering the Land—-Sunday, June 24, 2018

The almost full moon was lovely last night.  Casting silver light everywhere

After we went for a wee ride

Sat the last tube in the furrow, we went in for the short summer rest, which seems to occur this time of year.

Later, much later, feeling restless Boomer, Mindy and I went for a short walk.  I don’t like to travel too far when I have the cat trailing behind, or bouncing ahead, or running and hiding in the corn stalks.

It was a good thing I was still close to home just by the hay stackyard, when instinct, that voice of God, which we often ignore

Said, ”shhhhhhh.  Stop, go back, hurry, grab the cat, and get over next to the barn.”

Which I listened to and followed exactly to the letter.

The light from the moon shining brightly on a lone coyote rushing through the shadows which haunt the darkness.

We headed back carefully…through the old corrals, cat in arms, Boomer at my feet, until safe in the farmyard, where we all went into the house for a short summer nap.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

God(s) Make the Sky—-Monday, June 18, 2018

Who is to say the Old Gods do not roam this world anymore?  Those Old Mythical Creatures of Ancient times?

Or those Gods of the American Indian?

Whose to say that science isn’t right?

That everything and everyone is all created along logical sequence…and operate along the same way?

Who is to say that physics isn’t a true fact?

Or to argue the Holy Book(s) are not true?

Who is to say?

Not I…never me.

Ever!

Because I see the moods reflected in the sky.

I feel the wind ripple the water, the plants and touch my skin.

I stand all amazed at the morning light in the eastern sky

And walk at midnight under ragged clouds covering the moon as it advances across the heavens.

I’ve had my eyes filled with color as the noonday sun gradually slides into twilight and darkness

I’ve watched the earth turn…from the shortest days to the longest days. From the longest days back to the short dark days.

No matter how the heavens appear, or how they function, or what logic lays in their operation…I agree with those of old.

God(s) Make the Sky…there is no other explanation for me.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— I Had Company

My first cousin, Butter Doyle, a Cocker Spaniel—came for a short visit with me.

This was the first time we have had a ‘spend the night’.

It went really well.

Although, Mom had to keep close tabs on Butter so I wouldn’t teach him new tricks…Like eating COW POOP! Or rolling in a really nice warm gushy cow pie.

Mom keeps a close eye on me for the very same reasons.

Anyway we had great walks…Butter and I went with mom THREE TIMES during the night—the moon was bright, the air brisk and Mom couldn’t sleep.  Worked out great for Butter and me.

Butter was rather lonely without his folks, but I think I helped him — I shared my snacks, my water bowl, and my dog dish.

Then Butter’s Mom and Dad were here and swoosh they were gone.

Butter’s Mom and Dad are my Mom’s brother and sister-in-law.

 

Mindy was glad when Butter left—she hid the whole time.  The second Butter drove down the long lane to the road she was in the house.

That night she claimed her spot on Dad, while they watched TV.

OH!

I HAVE COOL NEWS!

Rocky Chaco Man is back to work.  Chaco the Service Dog is back doing Service work at the Mesa County Library in Grand Junction, Colorado.

The Library just started up the reading program and asked Chaco to come read with the little kids.  Chaco has been a Reading Service Dog for a long, long time. He started his work in Castle Rock, Colorado and is continuing it here.

YAY! ROCKY CHACO MAN! You are a Hero!

Oh…one more thing

It’s a whopping 9* fahrenheit here this morning! That’s -12.7778 celsius, if you don’t live here.

A bit cold!

Boomer