Soon, the big birds will come back
This is an old photo—but see–soon they will arrive
Get out of the house while you can—go walking in the sunshine. Lift your face to the sky
ENJOY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Our youngest granddaughter drove us to decorate the graves…
Like me, she is very interested in who these people are that we choose to remember
(She said she would take over my Genealogy research when I’m gone. Which is so nice to know that all that time and money and the people found, won’t be lost.)
Afterwards, we had a practice photo shoot for her Senior pictures
Gosh, time is flying.
Taphophile: (n)—An individual who has a passion for and enjoyment of cemeteries.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We left early and headed to Unaweep Canyon, (click on the blue to learn more)
Then we headed on toward Uravan (which is no longer there)
Making a stop at the Hanging Flume. What an amazing feat of wonder.
Can you see it, barely hanging alongside the cliff?
Then off we went to eat at Blodie’s in Naturita, up to Bedrock and Paradox, then Nucla for a small tour.
I drove all the way to Norwood, but Terry had to drive Norwood Hill (scary) and Dallas Divide (Lots of traffic—scary)
At Ridgeway, I took over.
We made an ice cream stop in Montrose, then came home.
Coddiwomple (v.): to travel in a purposeful manner towards a vague destination.
Tired, happy, and ready to be back to our routine.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The end of the day—about nine in the evening. The sound of the night birds starting their soft calls—
Anam Cara (Gaelic): Soul Friend Someone we share a profound bond with that transcends time and space. The friend we turn to for wisdom, guidance, clarity, and deeper understanding.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A winter storm blew in over the weekend—taking away the warmth of the ALMOST SPRING sun…bringing with it a hint of moisture and the song of a heavy duty March wind.
I am okay with all of that—because AT SOME POINT the thaw will come and so will SPRING weather!
“The only real stumbling block is fear of failure, In cooking, you’ve got to have a what-the-hell attitude.” —Julia Child
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s that seam between the long dark cold months and the warm beautiful green months.
You don’t know whether to wear a coat, jacket, or light sweater.
We will swing wildly between cold winter blasts of rough winds and the brightening of green springs of grass and plants.
STILL I AM HAPPY TO BE HERE!! MARCH HAS COME!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
“The New Year Stands Before Us, like a Chapter in a Book, waiting to be written.”—Melody Beattie
December and January have been a tad —-well, a time of sickness.
First I got COVID, then Terry got COVID.
We got over all that in time for CHRISTMAS!!! (See blessings do abound)
Then I came down with a sudden, horrific, leg infection, rising from my ankle to my knee–swelling, turning red, full of horrendous pain— and requiring me to walk with a cane. (When I had to walk)
But thanks to a specialist, medication, and a strong will to be pain-free —those hours of laying awake in the deep of the night counting my heartbeats to see if I have enough heartbeats in my heart to keep going.
I made it.
I can walk now without a cane. My leg is starting to heal. (I’m almost pain-free right now)
The blessings have been heaped on me like rain on parched land. I am so grateful.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
And they both belong to the Earth!
The moon, the planets, and our earth—all a system of one 🙂
“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.”—George Eliot
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The corn is drying down. Gradually, gradually.
It’s not there yet. One field is starting to show the most signs of drying, but not totally.
So we wait. Waiting is okay. It’s a wee break in farming. 🙂
“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves. We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!” —Humbert Wolfe
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s happening!
The corn is starting to tassel
And the baby ears are forming!
So! SOOO! Very exciting!
“Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all….summer was Dill.” Harper Lee
(Or maybe CORN!)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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