Vigorous Splashes of Water Make a Form of Jubilation — Wednesday, November 6, 2019

(from Pinterest)

I was hauling wood for the evening when I thought I would head over to the canal to see if the water was starting to lessen

It is…soon there will be no water.

But —-in the moldering dead grass and fallen leaves I saw a most beautiful chill upon the land.

Ice Fairies painted with perfect splashes of water.  Brightening the dark and dismal banks along the edges of the canal.

Even creating a little glass-like bell to ring in the chill and hostile winds.

From my world to your heart,


The Earth Surrounded in Wrapping —- Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Yesterday morning we woke to fog

The sun peaking through more like candlelight that sunshine

It was beautiful!  The earth so much warmer than the air, decorating everything in rich drops of moisture

A wee cloud filling each and every crevis on our farm. Interlacing each building and piece of farm equipment together creating a secret, but trusted spot.

From my world to your heart,





Floating Shadows in the Sky—Monday, November 6, 2017

We still have standing corn.  Several more ton.  There is hope to have it done by Friday.

After that dismal Bronco’s game, Boomer, Mindy and went for a wee walk.  I with my camera, Boomer with his inquisitive nose, and Mindy with her green eyes a-hunting.

Stopping along the corn field I sat quietly watching the swirling birds feasting on the fallen kernels of corn

 Quietly I settled down to wait and watch; my companions moving on to things of their particular interest

The little birds rose and danced on little gusts of vagrant (with corn dust) breezes

Sometimes coming close enough I wondered if I could reach out and touch their shimmering wings….but no…I only watched and snapped photos of their exquisite little dance

Of birds feeding on tattered corn stalks and shattered corn cobs floating before my eyes!

From my world to your heart,




The True Harvest of My Life—-Sunday, November 6, 2016

“The true harvest of my life is intangible—a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched.”–Henry David Thoreau

grand-mesaOur days have been a sanctuary…cool nights, warm days…a tad on the dry side

leavesWalking through the falling leaves is a true simple joy….the crushed leaves scent the air, an intoxicating mix mingling with the smell of the corn as it rushes into the hopper then into the waiting grain truck. We are so dry the warm air seems to fling me up like a kite

one-downThen late Friday night…while we were just getting home from the Elevator (8:00 p.m–we were four trucks from the last load.  A long-long day) The clouds started rolling in.

sun-through-the-storm(This is the sunset while waiting in line)


small-lighteningThen late, late in the evening a storm played along the Plateau.  I took my camera into the dark and dull night.  Hoping against hope I just MIGHT get to capture a lightning strike.

I stood in last year’s bean field standing in the dead pinto bean vines;  Boomer somewhere close by and Min-Min cat washing her paws next to me…the storm  sweeping across the plateau with a dark curtain of rain coming toward our farm, when I actually got a lightening bolt.

Small though it was.

From my world to your heart