As the storm started leaving yesterday I saw another RAINBOW!!!
END TO END!!!
Then last evening the sky looked like THIS
Beautiful and peaceful and just right lovely!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Summer has ended, so has early fall
The plants are all gone…not just nipped, but finished
No more glimmering colors of brightness, no spicy and floral scents on the breeze
The air is now sharp with cold and the sky scudding with wind-blown grey clouds
The seasons have turned—
Jack Frost our visitor
Still, I am thinking there will be a few more rainbows before the snow clouds arrive. After they come I will watch for Sundogs; beautiful colors of ice in the sky!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s been raining for days and days…and nights and nights
But with the rain, there are bursts of color which pummels the dark sky with joy
The sun breaks through the heavy clouds
Freshening the sky and our eyes
From my world to your hearts,
Linda
In this world of many wonders, the God(s) send brilliant blessings, which we can not see if we don’t stop and look.
My email had this marvelous message:
” Hi, Linda.
A strong and fast storm blew through late afternoon today, knocking down limbs throughout the area. It moved west to east, with the setting sun breaking out on the horizon right as the downpour ended.
You know what that means:
And just a few moments before, this was sitting atop our roof:
By its tail feathers, it looked to be a Cooper’s Hawk.
Hoping you get some good rain – and soon.
Thanks. Take care.
Joe
This day, this wonderous day is the only one you have until you wake up the next morning.
Thank you, Joe!
May each one of you have a day full of glowing sunlight!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We had thick heavy clouds all day yesterday, threatening rain, but none fell right here
Then as the sun was starting to set the whole sky lite up in a lighthearted affair…the sun striking the clouds in a golden shower of color.
The slanting rays sending out streaks of light blazing the underneath of the heavy hanging clouds with a brilliant glow of gold, and orange, and pink, and purple…
The color echoing throughout the sky and on the land, making plants, soil, buildings, even Terry and Boomer, Mindy, and I thick with the beautiful light
Then there in the southern sky was a blazing sign glittering and trembling in the liquid gold of air.
A crescendo ending to a grey and storm filled day!
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Sometimes (lately) I see my Momma. It always comes as shock.
At a time when I least expect to see her.
Sometimes it’s just her voice I hear, but it’s loud and clear…like the time I was getting ready to open one of the shed doors and she said, very strongly, like she was standing right next to me: “Linda, Be aware! Pay Attention”!
It was so strong, so loud, so real, I even answered her—“Of what, Momma?”
As I turned toward her voice—of course, she wasn’t there.
Momma died in 2000.
Or I’m washing my face, or my hair and I look up into the mirror over the bathroom sink and I see Momma…right there her smiling face covering my face, then it fades.
It always startles me. Then I think, it must be that I am looking more and more like Momma.
Or I’m doing something, peeling potatoes, washing up the dishes, scrubbing the floors on my hands and knees as my arm and hand move back and forth I suddenly see Momma’s hand(s) as she did those things I am now doing.
It’s rather shocking because my hands have dented and bent knuckles…one caused by a hit from a basketball when I was in high school…Momma’s hand never had knuckles like mine.
Another time I was walking out to the hen house and I could have sworn I saw Momma coming down the long, long lane toward me. I almost ran toward her, then the strange apparition was gone.
Faded away. As if it had never been.
I can’t explain these visions or feelings, or things heard; they are like wind blowing through the treetops, the changing lights in the smiling sky…but last night as I lay down to sleep, I felt Momma kiss my forehead just like she used to do when I was a small child.
Thank you, Momma, I love you too!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
One more day…we should finish today! It’s been long, hot and tiring. I have had too much sun (I’m outside the combine) and the dust is thick.
It’s a huge process, but one we enjoy. We must we’ve been doing it for 50 years. 🙂
Terry is setting up the auger so the beans can go into the truck in this photo.
We trashed up yesterday and had to stop and clean out the inner workings of the combine…took some time, but we got it done. See the pile of trash.
It was cloudy and windy all afternoon, but the rain didn’t fall on us. Which was a good thing at this point and time.
Also, I had gone to get a tool when GUESS WHAT I FOUND!?!?! YES!
A pink heart-shaped rock!
How cool that is!
Off to the field now. Have a great day everyone. Bar breaking down we should finish today!!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The pinto beans are finally dry enough we started the harvesting process.
Off we went (Boomer and me on the four-wheeler, Terry in the grain truck) until we arrived at the in-place combine.
The earth was warm, the air hot to scorching, and the dust flying out of the back of the combine as the dry plants were lifted up, shelled and loaded into the hopper….while the broken stems and pods were crushed and flung out the back.
Then later in the day…late afternoon, a surprise rainbow appeared.
We took a wee break as the daytime dissolved into the night. Setting the water for the still green and growing corn field.
Then we went back to the field continuing until full dark.
Glorious Harvest! No one could ask for more.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
My inbox contained a lovely surprise from Sara, in Kentucky…
“Finally, a Rainbow for you!: she announced.
“The first one I’ve seen all summer!”
Now I’m sharing with you…a stunning Kentucky rainbow covering the Equinox farm with lovely grazing sheep!
Thank you so much, Sara!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Although, we had a sprinkling of rain yesterday. We are still extremely dry.
So dry that wind rushing throughout the farm creates terrible dust, which settles on everything and everyone until it settles down (again).
Yesterday morning, early, lightning and thunder rushed upon us from the Uncompahgre Plateau, thunder rolled, long and loud, and lightning forked across the heavens.
It was a fast-moving storm. Crackling and jabbing toward the earth in flashes of silver and gold. Leaving behind in it wakes a fire burning on the edge of Fruitland Mesa, directly in line with Crawford, Colorado
Colorado (as many parts of the west) is just tooooo dry!
But last evening…. as more rain showers played along the edges of the farm— We saw a rainbow!
A huge joy to me!
From my heart to your world,
Linda
