The Wisp of a Tiny Story —- Thursday, July 18, 2019

Somewhere up there in that vast wonderous sky

Must live Angels

Or possibly demons—(Maybe the demons live on earth, or under the earth somewhere)

Maybe it isn’t Angels, for they are very busy running prayers to the proper Diety to answer them.

And we all know there are masses and masses of prayers heading to Heaven every moment of every day and night.

Maybe it is, hmmm

A wonderous being who is in charge of Clouds

Yes, that is it!

A couple, Man and Woman, who look after the silver-edged clouds

Tugging them here and there

Creating shadows on the earth

Which race across the land

Or leave the sky blank so the clouds are only memories

But when the couple, who are in charge of clouds, decide

To fill the sky with that fragile mist

And the Sun God allows the rays of his beautiful sun to be captured in the clouds

The world is bathed in colors so wild and marvelous it is a wonder to behold.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Sun, That Sky—Makes Me Sing Hallelujah — Tuesday, July 2, 2019

The sky has been just wonderful the last few days

The colors swirling and dancing as the sun rises and sets

Storms building up on a daily basis

Bringing thunder, lightning, and raindrops

Then the wind shifts the clouds moving them into swirls of patterns

So the light breaks through them and seems to actually shimmer

Sometimes cooling us down to a feeling like Fall is soon to happen.

Still the sky, the sun, the moon, the wind

All murmur in huge [brilliant] voices

Come outside and be with me

Let me fill your mind, and soul and all the shades of your heart

For the Time is swiftly passing.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Out and About with Mom and Mindy (sometimes)

Mom and I

and sometimes Mindy, took walks in the rain, in the wind, at night, and in the storm we had.

But this morning we took a walk in SUNSHINE!

Anyway, here are some of the things we saw

These tiny birds are back…YAY!  Mom and I love to see them and watch them…they watch us, by freezing very still, not moving at all.

If Mom talks to them, they get very nervous but don’t move.

Last night, after the storm left, Mom and I went for a short walk to the old tree, which is no longer there, because the ditch company sprayed and killed it….and Mom saw a helicopter coming our way.

She took a picture (Mom always has her camera with her) just to see if the helicopter would show up.  Only the lights on the helicopter showed up.  Still kinda cool.

Our storms were mild compared to other places so the renter is back on the land this morning.

The sun setting through the storm last night was rather cool.

Mom and I checked the apricot blooms…yep, froze.  There might be a few that make it, but nothing like there could have been.

The canal water came yesterday!

Mom and Dad and I all thought YAY!

Dad says today we make ditches!

Oh!  I hear a big truck!  I know that motor!

Gotta go!

See ya,

Boomer

A Song of Storms and Wind—-Sunday, February, 17, 2019

Friday night a storm started blowing in

The moon once clear, but with a halo, became fuzzy with clouds

By morning we were in a series of storms

The clouds grey and vaporous, dark and wraithlike

The wind pushing them along in a haunting song of winter’s lullaby

The wind was so sharp and cold it could peel your skin

All around the storm’s outriders turned the world to grey and then white

The wind howled and the rain fell flat and stinging

But by evening the lashing storm had spent itself, moving onward to other parts of the land

The clouds turned to gold and the air filled with sunshine.

Although, we are cold today…the day is beautiful; singing a much different song then yesterday!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

There in the Sky Simple and Definite—-Thursday, September 20, 2018

We had thick heavy clouds all day yesterday, threatening rain, but none fell right here

Then as the sun was starting to set the whole sky lite up in a lighthearted affair…the sun striking the clouds in a golden shower of color.

The slanting rays sending out streaks of light blazing the underneath of the heavy hanging clouds with a brilliant glow of gold, and orange, and pink, and purple…

The color echoing throughout the sky and on the land, making plants, soil, buildings, even Terry and Boomer, Mindy, and I thick with the beautiful light

Then there in the southern sky was a blazing sign glittering and trembling in the liquid gold of air.

A crescendo ending to a grey and storm filled day!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

The Farm is Our Heart—-Monday, March, 26, 2018

Thankfully we got all the wood cut and piled.  Our youngest daughter, son-in-law and grandchildren came and helped us finished up the wood.  We are set now for at least a couple of years, depending on the weather.

The signs of spring are here, they are in the air, on the earth, in the fading sun or the rising sun, in the lighting shadows and the lengthening day.

I still feed the Red-Winged Blackbirds, although I’m seeing more and more Song birds in the yard and on the farm

I love their songs and strive to keep them here, as long as they will stay.  But as soon as the Upper End and the Back Forty green up…they will be gone to sing and mate in that special wonderland they call home.

Then once they are gone—the hummingbirds come so my little bird kitchen stays steady with the joy of winged-friends.

Everyday now is a call to the land, where work is not drudgery, but jubilation—we are adding to the chorus called Spring.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

The Unbelievingly Beautiful Vista of Sunday’s Storms—Monday, May 8, 2017

Sunday was a day full of wind, threats of rain and stunning beautiful storms

The mountain ranges surrounding us filled with dark and threatening clouds, dumping either snow or rain, creating an endless series of drama

Even on the sawtooth mountain range of the San Juans…the snow-clad peaks etched needle-sharp against the sky received their share of the storms

Silent forks of dazzling light split the sky on the Uncompahgre Plateau and across the desert between Delta and Grand Junction.

Dull rumbles of thunder boomed in the canyons and hollows of the deserts beyond our farm. Sheet lightening shimmered far, far away threatening to come closer and closer to us.

Although the sky was a stunning crystal blue between the storms; the lightening would light up the plateau like an X Ray.

The air was filled with particles of dirt when the mighty gusts of wind pushed through

The storms raced here and there; composed of energy, and full of sounds echoing through out the sky and the earth

It was actually very beautiful.

We changed the water in both of the corn fields in the rippling, storm-filled spring skies…all of us driven here and there by the wind…shifting to hold ourselves upright and still set and move water.

It was exhilarating, to say the least.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

That Lovely Wild Shifting Light—Monday, January 23, 2017

getting-ready-to-split-woodAlthough we have storms, and melt, and wind, and rain….the outside work still goes on.

gatheringThe transient cool morning air, bright as crystal’s some mornings

homeFrigid, shadowed and mysterious at night

mudThe rain streaming through thick and gray clouds changes the earth from white to deep dark brown.

blue-skiesThen the glow of chilly blue skies filled our minds with sunshine

sunshine

Until a breeze, more like wind,

wind

comes up and whirls the falling snow into a twirling madness

stormThen the light is gray and secretive.  Filling our world with silence.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

After the Storms—-Monday, August 8, 2016

Day-Ending-1

After the storms

Night-SkyThe air has that feel of refreshment, joy, excitement; a party, of sorts, before the heat comes roaring back.

Painted-Sky-1

The birds call to one another…high and sweet

The day's beginningThe morning air; wild and clean makes one’s soul leap with urgency

My-yardThe plants are rested— they whisper to one another and to us, if we will just listen.

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They sing of the earth; sharing it’s boundless joy.

Painted-Sky-4From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

A Gift of Sunlight—Wednesday, June 22, 2016

InstructionsThe day wore on, yesterday, the heated air hot and heavy.

Morning-1bearing down on us and the land.

The sun gradually climbing higher and higher in the sky- taking from us any bit of shade.

WheeBy noon the shadows were gone, the heat ringed us in, and sat brooding, like a bad mood.

Packing-rowsThen a blessing of a thin rush of air — first in starts and stops, then in little puffs, swelling in strength strong enough to cause the towels drying, on the line, to flap and fling themselves over the other wires full of clothes

SunraysThe air cooled, as clouds rolled in, first in the east, then the south, finally in the west.

All the while the wind rose and fell whispering secrets to the earth; to those creatures and objects that can understand.

Setting-of-the-sunThere was a hint of thunder a splattering of rain enough to rinse the air clean.

Rain-the-setting-sun-3Boomer and I walked out upon the farm, hoping to see a rainbow.

Rain-in-the-setting-sun2Instead a shock of sunlight splashed in the north, for just a few minutes, leaving the world reborn.

From my heart to your world.

Linda