shadows on the snow | Life on a Colorado Farm

It’s cold here! So cold that your lungs feel frozen when you try to breathe.

There is a hush upon the land, a stillness that says…shhhh, step softly, go carefully, do not disturb the silence of the sleeping earth.

The woodstove is a blessing!

Still there is a wonderful beauty of the evening sky—the jagged pink line of snow covered mountains

As the setting sun brings to us the darkness…flowing in quietly all around us

The brilliance fading into gray.

Still the moon, that heart stopping brightly glowing moon, teases me with the thought I could grab a bare branch, of the highest tree, and swing like a trapeze artist.

If I could do so I would be able to catch myself on the hook of that growing moon. Then I would skip and jump from one glowing star to another— walking among the vault of heaven, which arches over our magnificent earth.

From my world to your heart

Linda

It’s raining here…big sploshes of water. Then it turns into a fine mist, but still wet. Not satisfied with the mist the raindrops return.

Our snow is rapidly melting, becoming ragged and tattered. Mud is appearing, plus the food for the cows—no more nosing around in the snow to find fodder. It’s there, just waiting to be munched upon.

When I was bringing in the wood, for the woodstove yesterday a tiny break in the clouds offered up a patch of blue sky and enough sun to cast blue shadows on the lawn.

It was a Grandpa Bunny moment! Grandpa Bunny was my most favorite story in the Little Golden Books. (I have three copies,)

Grandpa Bunny teaches all the other bunnies how to decorate nature. Grandpa Bunny loves each and every season–one of my favorite parts is when Grandpa Bunny shows the little bunnies how to paint shadows on the snow.