Nothing stops for very long. (Getting ready to cultivate)

There is always something to do.  The work begins in that strange dawn light, called First Light.  That time when the light just starts to swell and become real.

The work is solitary, but not lonely

There is always something (here he is going to knock down the dirt so the plants come push through)

Planting the last of our crops, the pinto beans.  The type we plant is Bill Zee.

And always, always there is the water to change…morning, noon and night….and sometimes at mid-night.

I do NO tractor work, but Boomer and I always help with the irrigation.

Wind, rain, sun, and in the shredding of the night, called Dawn

or the slow leaving of the sun’ dominance of the day

We are there.  Moving together as one.

From my world to your heart,

Linda