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
As the daylight fades, the animals and I try to make the best of the time left before evening, where the next sound will be only of breathing.
Later, much later, on a wee walk-about in the dark of an ice-bound night
We watched the moon illuminate the sky
Then two stars flickering beside the silver moon, in the immense dark heavens.
Blessings so greatly abound—if we just look for them. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The sunset casting orange and pink lights along the Western sky; flinging light of soft pale pink, orange, and lavender in the East.
The full moon of November (the Beaver Moon)
Rose quickly through the high, scudding, pink-colored clouds
Casting a half-light on the high branches of the freeze-dried leaves.
Shrouded in lavender clouds the full moon’s light
Petenerated, in a soft glow.
(And I was there to see 🙂 )
From my world to your heart,
Linda
From Pinterest)
Time is flying by. Everything is moving rapidly now. Although, one wouldn’t know it, for the sun is still drenching the evening sky, in brilliant shades of color
The full moon’s silver light shivers the land, through filtering leaves on trees
But the disturbing look of Autumn is starting to appear
That signal which says: ‘Soon Summer will just be an echo’,
Prepare yourself. Prepare.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
As the moon goes from crescent
To the glorious heralding of
FULL!
The first of the stone fruit has started to ripen
Cherries enough for the birds and us!
I’ve been picking strawberries for a spell now; adding in the cherries makes meals yummy
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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