Essential– the Vitality of Light (and the JOY) — Monday, November 23, 2020

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

To Have All This is Wondrous Daily Feast—-Sunday, July 12, 2020

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

(plus watering)

keeps everything growing gently

The constant hot afternoon wind rustles the corn stalks, causing the developing ears to be pollinated

Everything enjoying

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

 

 

The God(s) Do Talk to Us —- Monday, June 15, 2020

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

 

The Glimmer of Healing —- Wednesday, May 20, 2020

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

 

 

 

Light, Lively, Alive, and There For Us to See —-Thursday, April 9, 2020

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

 

In the Golden Indian Summer Days —- Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Before the huge storm blows in tonight or tomorrow, or whenever it happens to hit

(The weather people are clanging the warning bell, even as I write this)

(The alfalfa is frozen, but still showing color)

I thought I would show you the last flickering lights of our Indian Summer paradise—a wee piece of afternoon warmth before the temperatures plunging into December levels and pale wintery sunlight

We are very dry again. Although the shadows on the road are lovely.

The unharvested corn has gone from golden to pale yellow

I saw a possible Sundog, as Mindy and Boomer and I were taking a wee walkabout.

Storm coming in they say….maybe so, only time will tell. (As my Momma used to say)

Until then it is a beautiful Indian Summer.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Mom and I Out on the Farm

Mom and I went out on the farm to see what we could see:

(From Pinterest)

First off, we saw lots of tracks—Bird feet

Shadows of grasses

Shadows of the weeds

Shadows of corn

Some birds, but they were flying,

not walking

We have lots and lots of Quail…masses of them, like a bazillion or so.  (It’s really fun to run up to them and make them scatter; some fly, some run, some hide. Ever so much fun!)

We saw TWO snake skins.

One was SUPER big.  Mom said she was glad she didn’t see the snake, the skin was bad enough.

We saw Stanley

Fox feet tracks,

I wonder if it was Kit?

Raccoons, they are here, there, and everywhere

Mom saw a busy bug

in the flower weeds

I sniffed here there and everywhere

Mom and I had lots and lots and lots of fun!

Boomer Beaglie Brown (BAY, HOWL, HAWOOOOOO)

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Traveling Here and There Friday, August 30, 2019

Mom and I hopped onto the four-wheeler and headed over to

the old grain head to see if Mom could find anyone to take a photo of.

Now….let me tell you…that takes TONS of time.  Sit, wait, sit, wait…not! For! ME! 

I take off sniffing around the area to get the local news.  Mind you, I don’t go as far as I used too.  These old legs of mine just don’t like to travel like they did years ago.

But I still head off.  Let Mom sit there and WAIT.

So Mom waited and saw:

Quail,

Stanley the Squirrel,

 

Chip

and a cool bird, neither she or I had ever met.

Then, even MOM got bored, so we headed back home.

After lunch, and a very long nap for me—I got a little tired out there—

Dad said, “Who wants to go to town with me?”

You guessed it!

MOM and I!

Boomer, your wonderful Beagle friend

 

 

In that Brilliant Lance of Light —- Wednesday, July 11, 2019

When that Golden Hour comes, not always, but when it does

It pushes light into every shadow, tosses dispair aside

Brightens the air, the ground; creating light so pure it collapses everything else.

Once there…the golden light creates its own shadows warping all living things into waves which ride the light.

The brilliant light that touches everything!

Then it’s gone.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

In the Harsh Wind of a Forever Winter Day—Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Even though the wind was terrible, blowing everything sideways and so chilling one thought the Arctic had suddenly slipped down to gather on the farm

The shadows were still beautiful

Shrinking and thinning as the sun rose higher and higher in the sky

The snow clouds fled and what snow was in the sky never stayed

But the joy of the whole day was this photo!

Finally a beautiful photo of the Red-Winged Blackbirds!  Finally!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda