The Prospect of a New Day— Tuesday, January 8, 2019

“I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.”—J.B. Priestley

I love the blaze of light which gathers just before night creeps up onto the land

The collapse of the day

The colors only are seen at the beginning of the day or at the ending

The sky turning into the color of blueberry ice cream/ turning the earth the same color

Sometimes there are no masses of clouds defined with rays of sunshine

Or the clouds are so thin that the shafts of light seem misty and blurry

Sunrise can be so stunningly amazing that the trees seem like black shadows

Until the sun becomes high enough in the sky the dark silhouettes fade away

Then there is that golden light…a light there really isn’t words to explain the beauty

Just being outside, in that glory-filled light is really quite peaceful.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

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Moon Shadows Floating By —- Tuesday, July 31, 2018

The sun sets with brilliant colors only seen through smoke and ash

Another fire broke out behind us...on the Uncompahgre Plateau….closer to the Nucla, Colorado side.

The fat lovely moon rises pink in the evening sky

Then as the night darkens and the air starts to crisp the moon breaks clear of the low lying smoke and ash

It breaks forth in a clear and marvelous wonder, casting moon shadows on the land… and filling the earth with its marvelous glow.

Terry and I sat outside on the swing, as the leaves made shadows as we slowly rocked to and fro.  (Boomer besides us and Mindy on Terry’s lap)

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

God(s) Make the Sky—-Monday, June 18, 2018

Who is to say the Old Gods do not roam this world anymore?  Those Old Mythical Creatures of Ancient times?

Or those Gods of the American Indian?

Whose to say that science isn’t right?

That everything and everyone is all created along logical sequence…and operate along the same way?

Who is to say that physics isn’t a true fact?

Or to argue the Holy Book(s) are not true?

Who is to say?

Not I…never me.

Ever!

Because I see the moods reflected in the sky.

I feel the wind ripple the water, the plants and touch my skin.

I stand all amazed at the morning light in the eastern sky

And walk at midnight under ragged clouds covering the moon as it advances across the heavens.

I’ve had my eyes filled with color as the noonday sun gradually slides into twilight and darkness

I’ve watched the earth turn…from the shortest days to the longest days. From the longest days back to the short dark days.

No matter how the heavens appear, or how they function, or what logic lays in their operation…I agree with those of old.

God(s) Make the Sky…there is no other explanation for me.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Reflecting Through the Haze in the Sky—-Wednesday, September 20, 2017

When the smoke was terrible here, (although not as terrible as other places) I took some photos of the sun and the moon.

The strange color

A testament to the disaster happening in prairies and forests in the west

The orange moon and the red-hot molten sun roaring like soft thunder in the sky!

From my world to your heart,

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

 

Moving into the Heart of the Light—Thursday, July 13, 2017

A large portion of my day is spent on a ditch bank….somewhere, someplace, here on the farm

Morning, noon, evening…the earth, the sky, the water—moisture in the air..rain landing softly on the fields rich with good earth and lush plants

The sun captures so brilliantly the clift on the Uncompahgre Plateau where the Plateau starts to change and slope toward Grand Junction.  It’s close to this cleft where a person can descend into Gateway, Colorado

Lately the air has been restless; shifting, rising, flowing–heavy with moisture

Sometimes the sun is suspended in the western sky…blazing the horizon into a dazzling display of red, orange and yellow

I have no true favorite time of the sky…I love the luminous eastern sky’s violet when the final stars are gone.  The early sun turning from violet to pink then gold and

finally a robin’s egg blue

And the night-time full of the moon or the stars so brilliant it’s like being surrounded by diamonds

I (sometimes) think our lives have seasons…times when nothing seems to be happening…but, if we look close…there are many changes going on… we just forget to see them.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

With the Scent of a Summer Night, Comes the Dawn—-Thursday, July 14, 2016

Day-endingI am working feverishly to get everything caught up.   For you see, we have company coming.  Terry’s Sister and brother-in-law will be here on Sunday, then Monday we get to have our youngest Granddaughter for THE WEEK!  And I don’t want to be cleaning, weeding, or working hard during that time.

Grain-BinsOur days are hot and over-powering in the overwhelming heat, causing sweat to run down my face as I weed, rake, fertilize, prune, trim and mow. My body slowing turning into the wind, earth and water as I melt.

Bees and wasps buzz heavily, with  gnats and mosquitoes in clouds; creating easy fodder for the swallows nesting all along the edges of our house.

Summer-time

Our yard is dizzy with the scents of grass, sweet white lilies, and water sprinkling on the lawn.

Shade

My weeding of the pinto bean fields are done!  I finished the two acre field last night.  From this point on we turn our heads and choose not to see the weeds, which will flourish there anyway, coming from the wind and water.

Sunrise

The sun breaks forth over the line of trees quickly rising to heat the day; riding on the scents of last night.

Through-the-leaves

As I worked I noticed a narrow crack of stunning light showing my everything— is worth it.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A New Storm Comes In—Monday, May 16, 2016

New-Storm-2After a time of warm a new storm arrived on a stiff breeze, almost wind.

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The wind was fragrant full of green things growing, moisture in the clouds and the sharp tang of Chico’s and Rabbit Brush.

It’s cold today, with scattered sighting of sunshine.  The gift of moisture and life!

Love,

Linda

A Rare Day—Sunday, November 1, 2015

QYesterday was a rare day.

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The breezes sighed through the corn, rustling the the dried tassels and the papery leaves, rubbing the stalks together with a soft rasping sound.

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The pulse of the earth is slowing down, gradually cooling, settling in for a long winter’s nap.

PBut yesterday, just for a spell, the air warmed, jackets were not needed, the fire died in the woodstove, and joy filled the souls of all living and breathing things.  A reprevie, a warming back up…or at least a stopping of the cool down for an afternoon.

As the Chinese Proverb says:  “One joy will scatter a hundred sorrows.”  A warm afternoon was proof of that proverb.

Very much your friend,

Linda

 

A Small Frozen Fog—Tuesday, October 27, 20015

morning-fog-2.jpgWe had a wee fog this morning, caused by very cold temperatures from the very wet ground (the sun came out yesterday afternoon…Boomer and I went out and danced on the lawn, it was too wet to take a walk. 🙂  )

Moon-2And the very lovely clear sky and the warmer canal water.

Morning-Fog-1I’m wondering if we had a freeze.  It is possible.

Morning-Fog-3The grass was rather crunchy when I walk out to get some early photos…as the day warms up I will be able to tell.

It’s time.  Actually, a little late.  But that is okay, I’ve enjoyed the warmth while it lasted. 🙂

As always your friend,

Linda