Now that we have moved from [my favorite] Daylight Savings Time into the time —- called get up and work in the dark and go home and work in the dark — Mountain Standard Time
The day does not so much dawn
As it just stops being night. A small phenomenon, which will last for a spell. Then we will start getting weak sunsets and weaker sunrises.
And all living things goes on hold, waiting for the lengthening of the daylight.
The weather apps say a big storm is to blow in here today…some places will see 45-50 m.p.h. winds. Not good. Of course that might not be here. They are also saying we will see rain and snow at 5,000 ft. We live a little above 5,000 ft.
The clouds are gathering….I can see them coming in over the mountain tops…a brooding feeling —- the Uncompahgre Plateau (not the mountain just above, that is Grand Mesa) has a dark and brooding look, the clouds are having a dark and menacing social party, talking about if they really are going to dump rain and possibly snow—maybe not, they darkly mutter to each other, we just might like to fool the weather people. Then a evil chuckle resonates between the cliffs and canyons as they band together chuckling.
Until the storm gets here, we wait, working at buttoning down all flapping and possibly flying things. We are gathering in the wood for the fire, making sure all can handle wind. Or a huge dumping of rain.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The farm at twilight holds a deep hush….a sighing as the day slows down.
A storm building over the Uncompahgre Plateau speaks of a snow storm.
The air tells all to be still, hunker down, step lightly snow is coming.
As for myself, while Boomer, Monkey the cat, and I take our evening walk…I give thanks — for each day is gift. No matter what happens on the morrow.
Life on a Colorado Farm 