The sun has been seen so rarely all this late fall, winter, and now early spring
That when we do have it we are over-wrought with
Immense joy.
I would like to hang onto the joy of the sun. Instead, we have the diaphanous sheen of pearly grey.
Sigh.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
“TLC Cai-Cai, what are you doing?” Mom asked me in a puzzled voice.
Hunting, I mentally thought to her. She didn’t hear me or understand…humans just don’t get animal speak, sometimes.
So, I just went on doing what I am doing. Although, I did keep one ear and one eye on Mom so I would know what she was wanting. 😊
“You are nine months old, now, my Kitty-Kitty. Mom said, walking behind me with her camera. “Just to warn you; Fall is coming. Soon you will see leaves and leaves all over the lawn, the grass will stop being green and the air will cool way down.
But this is all good. It’s just part of the changing of the seasons.”
I jumped up into the air, quickly running off…I missed. But I will get it the next time. It can be anything…
bird (of course, not if Mom is around, lizard, or grasshopper.
Mom tries to stop me on bird and lizard, but she lets me get the grasshoppers.)
“Soon we will start having more and more Fall rains (we hope, Mom muttered to herself), and the air will get very crisp and down-right cold in the mornings.” Mom kept pace with me while I hunted.
That’s okay…I like getting my photo taken. Mom says I am very photogenetic. Preen, Preen 😊
POW!
DID IT!!
I got a grasshopper!
SEE Mom! A GRASSHOPPER!
“Nice, TLC Cai-Cai! I think your mind is on other things today. We will continue teaching you about Farm Life another time.
Mom gave me a nice pet and rub on my head, turned around, and went back into the house.
I played with the grasshopper until he wouldn’t move anymore. Then it was time to go HUNTING again!
TLC Cai-Cai
Sometimes…not always, but sometimes
The setting sun lights up the bare branches of the sleeping trees
Highlighting the gnarled and twisted leaves still stuck to the branches
Exposing the beauty of sleeping winter land.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I like to stand outside and hear the wind speak
Although, I even like to stand outside on the ditch bank and look at the sun
Or stare at the sun when he isn’t looking at me
I enjoy the immensity of the air, the liquidness of the moisture turned into fluff
I like to see the earth when it green and so full of life
Or the joy of all living things as they move throughout the day
I always feel that the gift of more time
Here on the face of the earth—
Is such an amazing present.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sometimes I think I can hear singing from the Heavens
The sounds shimmering in the sky and across the land
A sound so beautiful it feels like I can see the chorus; filtering through the clouds on the beams of light
Just there in the landscape lit so lovingly by the setting sun
The notes falling and rising in a ghost song…the choir those who love us (but have passed on) singing a bedtime lullaby: Sleep tight, we are here, you are safe…rest.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The month is January…still.
I look at the calendar daily waiting for the moment when we turn into February.
Each day is winter, long and drawn out and cold, but filled with routines that mush us through each dark and dreary day
But if it is long for me…then it is longer for the wildlife. The coyotes are brazen and bad, coming right into the yard, searching for food…not good.
They need to search someplace else.
The rancher said he will be coming any day now to gather up his Momma cows and take them to his ranch home…he wants to have them closer to monitor the births.
He is wise. With the coyotes so active there is nothing so vulnerable as a cow in labor.
Inside the very worst of winter, there are still things to find of great joy and beauty…so outside I go—
Each day there is something so wonderful that I need to record it with my camera
The bliss of each day is just right there, waiting for me to stumble into it
So, yes, life moves forward
But as each day passes
I realize that being outside stabilizes my need to by-pass winter
Into true happiness for the healing magic of the day/night captured on camera
Nothing mediocre/drab/or unexciting exists if I just open my eyes.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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
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
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
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
Life on a Colorado Farm 