Drifting in a world
Of halves
Sun
Shadows.
A world between
Waking
Dreaming.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Sometimes, while I do chores around the place,
Or am fixing food
I marvel at the beauty of all the shadows coloring our world.
Shadows so wonderful and deep, and heavy
I am sure you will marvel at them as I do.
Shadows and light
Moving across our day and into the night
The shadows of Autumn are different than the other seasons.
Shadows with a sky so clearly blue it sometimes hurts one’s eyes, the shadows seem even darker and more defined.
Shadows—that’s what I’ve been thinking of and wanting to share with you. Those wonderful deep dark shadows defining the ever-changing light.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The Contrast of Evening Sun on showers in the canyons
The very strong line of shadow and light
Night rising up on the land–defining the last light in the sky
Big fat rain clouds—- sunlight through the old apricot tree
Sunrise dressing the earth with Morning
Dusk filled with brilliance
Even the wind, in all its amazing power; lifting the soil into the air— gifts us with a refreshing of sorts.
Each and every moment of our full 24-hour day gives us so much—so many things of contrast, so many types of varying gifts they are too numerous to count.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I love the light
Of that, I am sure you already know
And I love the shadows the light give us
I love how the sunlight breaks forth from the clouds
Bathing all sorts of objects in gold
I love how the setting sun creates a harmony of brilliant colors
Or bathes the sky in mellow pastels
Shadows can only exist in light
Even jumbles of obstacles can not stop light brilliantly shining through
I love how the light shines gleaming through the cold icy air gives us Sundogs —[we are steadily declining into very cold weather].
Light and shadows —
Coloring our world with joy
From my sphere of the globe to your heart,
Linda
Although, the days are extremely hot (100-106*f–up to 41.11c)
The nights cool down, way down to 59*f or less (15c)
The sun hot and baking during the day
The cool nights
keeps everything growing gently
The constant hot afternoon wind rustles the corn stalks, causing the developing ears to be pollinated
The move from the rays of the sun
to the cooling
Shadows
Of the shade.
Shade—
bringing a soft and welcome
break — bringing a
Softness to the air.
Hot summer days
Growing crops
Shade giving comfort to beasts and man alike
Rich, flourishing Summer
Making full and happy hearts
Good morning, My Friends!
From my world to your Hearts,
Linda
Your God, My God, and Everyone’s God
Talks to us.
Sometimes they talk in signs
Sometimes writing in the heavens
Sometimes sending the sun to chase away the shadows
Often times the messages are so loud and clear
We can not hear or see
We are looking for an answer
That Crashes like a Symbol! Something that SHOUTS!
But the answers are always there…
The answers filter into our thoughts,
Subtle, but profound
It’s up to us to listen—
With our souls.
If we truly and honestly want an answer.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Gradually, Boomer is healing. The very strong medication seems to have worked, although, he is still exhibiting some signs of breathing trouble
Now his old bones are refusing to move comfortably—I have something for arthritis, which I hope works
I watch him carefully all the time —trying not to let despair creep into me like an early morning mist
Wait! I said to myself….What is there, right by the tire!?!?
A HEART ROCK!
I picked it up and took it home. When I washed it off I saw that the heart-rock was a tad worse for wear…a series of chips on the corner
A big chip on the other side
Still a gift of love from the Universe to me.
Peace and love and hope and concern are oftentimes fraught with worry,
Boomer and I will take everything one day at a time.
Thank you so much, once more, for all your thoughts, concerns, and prayers. My hope is Boomer Beaglie Brown will get back to his joyful little self; I will do whatever I can to help him get there.
That and pray.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Well, here you see what happens when trash comes down the canal, lands in the headgate and then comes onto the land
Everything plugged up and flooded all things it shouldn’t
What a mess…Now, this field will have to dry out BEFORE work can begin on it.
While we were sorting out the trash, moving dams, setting up dams and tubes I noticed the leveler (landplane) waiting silently and calmly for its turn (again) — this is an early morning shot
I thought the sunlight treading its way over the sky (this was around noon) lite up the brown manured filled ground perfectly
Then, as the day wore into the evening, where shadows stretched long and wide, I noticed how pretty the leveler looked so strikingly green as the sun started its relaxed downward turn toward the Uncompahgre Plateau.
The slow-spreading shadows of light—seeping onto the ancient land.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda