Contrast —- Sunday, August 28, 2022

The Contrast of Evening Sun on showers in the canyons

The very strong line of shadow and light

Night rising up on the land–defining the last light in the sky

Big fat rain clouds—- sunlight through the old apricot tree

Sunrise dressing the earth with Morning

Dusk filled with brilliance

Even the wind, in all its amazing power; lifting the soil into the air— gifts us with a refreshing of sorts.

Each and every moment of our full 24-hour day gives us so much—so many things of contrast, so many types of varying gifts they are too numerous to count.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

The Secret Language of Winter —- Monday, January 10, 2022

Sunlight….the medium of the Winter’s secret language

The days growing longer, staying lighter

Make our hearts fill with hope

Golden light creates a shadow of our pick-up as we head to town

The early morning sunlight, lighting TLC Cai-Cai and me as we go about our morning chores.

Winter’s Magic—-Light.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Exquisite, I Really Can’t Describe It Any Better —- Wednesday, July 7, 2021

Those flesh and blood creatures

Who share the farm with us.

The daily hum, of not just our movement on the farm

But the songs,

The physical movement

Even the air

The light.

All hooked together; like a large crochet bedspread.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Sunlight, That Glorious Chariot of Jubilation — Wednesday, February 10, 2013

Cranes lifting up, flying high into that glorious sunlight of a winter sky

While snow clouds hover over Grand Mesa, lighthearted sunbeams light up our fence line

Then clouds, thick and heavy settle down, suddenly pushing through a ragged-edged cloud a burst of merry sunshine — with Mindy Cat on top of the woodpile

The evening sun bounced and stuttered between the buildings…seeping, carefully and sparkling onto the woodpile and the fence beyond.

Everything suspended in a Moment of Magic.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

A Sparkle which Really is Brilliance— Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Terry is checking the moisture in the furrows—we want the water to sub over under the top of the soil, deep inside of the furrow

You can see the top of the soil showing wet

It seems simple, doesn’t it?  And in theory, it is; in practice, it takes lots of monitoring and paying close attention

Sometimes you can walk out on a dry looking row and suddenly sink right up to your ankles…sigh.

The water running beneath the dam is good…this is the water going to the next field — if the water was coming over the top of the dam we would need to start more tubes

The brilliant rays of sunlight on the furrows, in one of the alfalfa fields

It was so pretty, the glow of the rays, the sparkle of the water, the rich green of the alfalfa plants coming together in a perfect way.

Then when I looked up, in the bluest of blue skies, a sweet little bird flew over-head

The work is hard, still nothing to hide from,

I truly could not ask for more.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

In Spite of Myself—Wednesday, August 7, 2019

(From Pinterest)

After I made my post yesterday, in full intentions of painting the back porch

I, instead, decided to wash all the windows in the house

Then, of course, I decided I would weed.  Just one garden room,

maybe two

By that time I needed to start lunch

Well, it was close enough anyway.

Then after lunch…I had no more excuses…I began.

In a windless hot part of the day I began.  How silly of me.  But by the time I had the walls started and I saw the difference my heart lifted up and I had all sorts of energy to continue.

I am so glad I finally started!  The room is taking shape.  Today I will do the trim and Terry is going to lay a new floor (which is needed desperately), then I will wash down the outside door.

I’m so glad I began!  And my shoulder did NOT hurt at all last night!  YAY!

In a couple of days, I will tackle the bathroom!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

I Love Watching Shadows—-Sunday, December 16, 2018

From my office window upstairs I can see the shadows as they change, develop, and disappear daily

They grow long, shrink short,

Compress together until many shadows become one

The sunlight moves upon the land making all the shadows

Ripple and move like silk

Until the land is deep into the dark

But the full sun also forms magic shadows

Shadows all brought to us by that exquisite sky

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Douglas Pass, Green River, Wyoming and Wild Horses

We met Terry’s family in Green River, Wyoming to begin our trip.  We live close to the Utah border and they live close to the Wyoming border, meeting at Green River had us (both) driving 6 hours and a few minutes to the destination.

Our route went through Grand Junction and over Douglas Pass, to Rangely, Colorado  then onto Green River, Wyoming.   I DO NOT LIKE DRIVING DOUGLAS PASS!!!  Pretty much straight up with lots and lots and lots (are you car sick yet) curves and straight down with lots and lots and lots (you are car sick now, I’m sure) plus the two-lane highway needs some tender loving care.

The colors were spectacular!

 

My photo doesn’t give them justice, but here is an idea.

We stayed in an Inn in Wild Horse Canyon, then the next day we drove through the Canyon and we saw a herd of wild horses, (which I thought was really cool).

 

Of course, you have to take my word for it that they were wild, they are wild.

We looked upon civilization

 

From the top of the canyon and even saw a train heading somewhere.

 

The start of the day was pretty cool.  We will end the day in Jackson Hole.

Stay Tuned!

Linda

P.S.  Marie ,from My Little Corner of Rhode Island, is doing a daily 4 o’clock photo, which I thought was a good idea.  I asked her if I could steal her idea and do my own 4 o’clock photo showing how the day is moving into the long nights of winter.

She said “SURE”! Actually, she said “steal away”  so I did!

 

These my two 4 o’clock photos on October 9, 2012 in Delta, Colorado.

The shadows are thick but the sunlight still plentiful.

Linda