Since dry dirt is a memory right now
I thought to myself—the rain has left us an amazing
Heartbeat of its own
Well, actually a bazillion heartbeats
A heartbeat of such beauty it surprises me into awe and wonder.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The operation went well. I’m am sure that each and every one of you helped. After all, if enough people pray–then all the prayers become solid and real.
Now Terry will continue to rest, let the whisperings of healing fill each and every fiber of his being.
Thank you, all for your wishes, thoughts, and prayers for a good surgery and for healing.
Each of you is so amazingly wonderful.
From my HEART to your Heart,
Linda
While, out-and-about, looking for things to photograph
I had one of these,
Startle and fly into the air.
I scared the pheasant, but I must admit, it also scared me!
Gradually, breathing again, the land, the pheasant and I returned to normal.
🙂 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
So far I have saved five (5) Woolly Bear Caterpillars from ‘death by drowning’ along one of the cement ditches
Three of them were actually in the water, curled up in little balls, floating along in the pounding waves.
They would have died if I had had not picked them up and put them onto the (now harvested) pinto bean field.
The bands on the caterpillars are suggesting we are in for a long winter.
Jolly, that thought just leaves me white-eyed.
It’s freezing here. Mostly light freezes, but a —killing to the ground freeze— is predicted to occur in a couple of nights.
So we move forward, just like the seasons intend—but Autumn First…
As the hills and dales turn into lovely shades of brilliance and the sky stays achingly blue!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Kate sent me a lovely rainbow…clear from the land down under!
Thank you so much, Kate!
Being tired of the ‘same-o-same-o” Terry said to me: “Pack a small lunch and let’s go for a ride.”
Off we went– over Grand Mesa to Collbran, Colorado…then taking a gravel road we headed back over Grand Mesa toward Paonia, Colorado.
We saw lots of cows being rounded up, to head down to the winter pastures. Snow was on it’s way.
Although, most of the leaves had fallen, the bare branches opened up new things for us to see…
Like this paper wasp nest!
Steadily we made our way over Buzzard to the Muddy Divide
Even passing by the Balm of Gilead Park, part of the Escalante-Dominquez Expedition in 1776.
We made it home in late afternoon. Refreshed.
And ready to begin again!
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,
Linda
We have a new grass growing on the one of the cement ditches. I have never seen it before (or at least I don’t think I have).
Does anyone know what it might be called? It sure is a purdy pretty thing.
Your Friend,
Linda
“Last night, there came a frost, which has done great damage to my garden … it is sad that Nature will play such tricks on us poor mortals, inviting us with sunny smiles to confide in her, and then, when we are entirely within her power, striking us to the heart.” — Nathaniel Hawthorne
It happened!
The cold has descended! Killing everything. Next week I will start digging my tropical plants and storing them for the winter. I have so many tubers of Cannas I really don’t know what I’m going to do with them, but I guess I will figure it out.
Most of everything I will leave as seed heads for the birds, it helps them and it helps my pocket book.
The trees and bushes should really start to color up now. It always takes a good hard freeze to start to see color on them.
In three weeks we hope to start the corn harvest.
We are moving marching forward to winter, a steady step-by-step now.
Taking one day at a time, your friend,
Linda
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