And There—Over There—Shimmering in the Haze, Sunday, February 28, 2021

Softly, softly

Shimmered above the Uncompahphare Plateau

Softly, slowly, dropping into the Plateau’s embrace

Dazzling the lovely morning light

The shimmering radiance rippling throughout the sky.

A wondrous dance of jubilation gracing the earth and my eyes.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Lightning Strikes, Followed by Thunder, Ending in Deafening Silence, Sunday, November 22, 2020

Grace and her two little sidekicks, Polk and Dottie

Had a terrible disaster

Steal up upon them

Danger stalked Grace and Polk and Dottie sometime on a warm late Autumn day.

With loving memory of an amazing bird and her two little hens.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Sunday, September 20, 2020

Shhhhhh

Don’t make a sound

There!

In the middle of the Back Forty and

And all the green growing things.

At the top of the day!

The silent stalkers hunting

Shhhhhhhhhh

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

 

Finally, Sunday, July 26, 2020

In between rainstorms and hissing wind

The second cutting of the second alfalfa field

Is stacked and heading to other homes

It can rain all it wants to now. And the rain will be greatly appreciated.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Songs of Life Flicker Loud and Small, Sunday, December 1, 2019

I love feeding the birds

And watching the Canada Geese and the Sandhill Cranes creating their own gusting wind in the great blue of the sky!

If Boomer and I sit quietly then great flocks of birds come calling

Trying to rush us away so they also may peck and scratch at the tummy-warming black sunflower seeds

While out on the (now empty land) the other day, I saw a Sundog hanging silently in the sky.

It was still there, as the huge clouds built promising ‘weather’ when I came back from feeding the birds over by the equipment area.

Cold weather coming, the Sundogs say.  I like to think of them as wee little rainbows before the bitter cold.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm

Linda

 

 

Back on Tuesday Last Week, Sunday, November 3, 2019

(From Pinterest)

Back on Tuesday night, last week, Boomer and I took a wee walk-about

The wind was bad, restless; like a nightmare

Then it started to snow

I was frozen; we didn’t go far

The next day showed us diamonds on the earth

Which truly didn’t start melting until Thursday

Then warming up enough by Saturday it was all gone.  Leaving on wet spots where it used to be.

November has arrived; winter is officially here (no matter what the calendar says) 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Water- Gladness to the Heart, the Land, and to Our Eyes — Sunday, September 15, 2019

Our daughter, Kimberly, and son-in-law, Cliff had never been to the East Portal of the Black Canyon so last Sunday Terry and I gathered them up and drove to see where our irrigation water begins.

The Diversion tunnel took ten years to complete, in awful conditions with very basic tools and the technology in the years 1899-1909

Everyone is always amazed at the road just getting to the bottom of the canyon, which is pretty much the road the team and wagons traveled way back when. (It’s a tad scary, just so you know)

The engineering was stunning in the fact the tunnel is almost 6 miles long, through solid rock and soft unstable ground meeting within inches in the middle. The town of LaJane (no longer here) was on the end with the soft soil. (LaJane is pronounced Lu-wan)

Besides the amazing undertaking to get the irrigation water from the Black Canyon to the farm grounds in Montrose and Delta

The views and the history of the canyon are astounding.

The management of the Diversion Tunnel and the water that flows through it is by the Uncompahgre Valley Water Users

One of the ditch riders and his family live in the house in the canyon. He takes care of the dam, the water flow, and other specialized requirements.

The sound of roaring water, the magnificent black walls

Made for a beautiful Sunday afternoon.

Then to round out the fullness of the day, we saw a Rainbow!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Fifty Years on December 21, Sunday, December 24, 2017

“Maybe the Universe fights for souls to be together.  Somethings are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”–Emery Allen

On December 21st, the shortest day of the year, and the Equinox of Winter Terry and I

Married!

For this momentous time our children all got together and gave us a Anniversary Trip to the Wiesbaden Hot Springs and Lodge in Ouray, Colorado—complete with 90 minutes massages and money for eating out.

They splurged on the Sun Room HoneyMoon Suite

And a special soak in the Lorelei Private Hot Spring Pool.

Shannon did all our animals and chores for us while we were gone.

Fifty Years and great kids…there really isn’t much more anyone else could ask for.

From our world to your heart,

Linda