Heavy Smoke in the Sky—-Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Summer is such a hard time for the very dry west…..lots of fires all around us.

The lack of winter snow adding to the horrors of fast and furious wildfires…

https://www.nifc.gov/fireInfo/nfn.htm states: “The majority of the country’s fire activity remains in Alaska with 17 large fires. Four new large fires were reported: one each in Colorado, New Mexico, Texas and Washington.”

Our air is full of smoke, as I’m sure others skies are also.

Sunsets are stunning with deepening reds into purples, darkening to point you really can’t see the stars along the horizon.

The air hazing and muted.  Heavy.

Please pray for rain…rain the mountains, deep rich cooling, ground quenching rain.

Pray for rain to save the forests.

Please.

Linda

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Between One Lift of a Wing and the Next—Tuesday, September, 12, 1017

These bright Autumn days are full

We had an overnight visit from our Grandson…he is getting TALL—5’11”

Tally came for two days and two nights

Then the last load of hay

Left…1,500 bales all cut, stacked, sold and gone! YAY!

Terry’s sister and brother-in-law came for a couple of days

The hydraulic pump broke, went through the fan and pushed the fan into the radiator..sigh!

Of course, there is always the water to change

Life is busy, but still good.

 

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Color Poured Over Us —– Tuesday, September 5, 2017

“August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days.  They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly between its pages.”— Johnathan Safran Foer

 

The horrible fires here in the west

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Are wrecking havoc on all the wonderful trees, homes, and lives of people—although the news is not mentioning anything about them.

Our skies tell the story….clouds running thin and high or even slackening veering off to other places … leave only the smoke to color the world

We work under that huge orange orb; evening, noon, and

Morning.

Although, there are no fires right here.  There is testiment, in the skies, of the horror others in the west are experiencing.

The sun, like a torch (which it is) throwing masses of color into the air…speaks volumes of the terror stalking those in the burning west.

From my heart to your world.

Linda