The cold snow was just beautiful, I thought
The shadows brightening
The earth with the weak sunlight
Tangling in the tree branches.
Speaking of tangles tree branches…LOOK a Great Horned Owl.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
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
(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
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
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
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)
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
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
Life on a Colorado Farm 