Baby, it’s cold outside. Our nights are getting down into the teens now—14* one morning.
The sky turns purple just before the dark fills all the corners.
Winter—December through the end of February.
“Winter is ….a quiet house in lamplight, a bright stars in a clear night, the roar of the wood-burning stove. It is warming the teapot. It is reading quietly. It is thick socks and the bundle of a cardigan.”—Katherine May
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The wind picked up yesterday
Becoming a menace by the end of the day.
Then the weather cooled down rapidly…going from 82* to 72* (27c – -13c) within 60 minutes
The wind shrieked, 
and pelted us with little shards of dust
Late, late into the evening, all the little hummingbirds feasted at the feeders, trying desperately to fill up– to stay warm, before the thunderstorms arrive today.
This winter storm is to be in here for three days, but…
Maybe if I am lucky I will get to see a rainbow!
That will be really special.
I took this photo years ago at our home town cemetery. I think it is still appropriate even today.
Today we remember.
All those who cared for us and our way of life.
Allowing us to live in hope.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Our earth is very old, but to me, it doesn’t seem so. There are so many, many things of wonder I stand in awe every day.
For one thing…the Red-Winged Blackbirds didn’t leave this year. Why I don’t know. But their joyful songs make every day of winter a miracle unfolding.
Even the wind touching on the land, in the bare trees, and blowing cold upon our faces is a remembrance of how old and marvelous this ancient earth really is
The feel of the wind is a reminder of all the places the wind has been…all we have to do is listen
And within the wind, if you stop and ‘feel’ (don’t concentrate.)
You can hear the Angels breathing
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 