The Pulsing Ebb and Flow of Light Filled Wonder—Tuesday, October 17, 2017

This world is a wonder…really!  Every single day —  trapped in ordinariness–the little sparks of joy are softly veiled waiting for us to see them

Like the fluttering of a leaf on the wind

Or a ride in a stormy night

Our days move minute by minute, in a deep humming, like webs of music — and our beating hearts

If we just take the time to look, feel and listen —there in the silence, which really isn’t silent

Wonder is there— in the sparkle of the lasting stars, at the moon’s edge, in the black silver night

 

The glimpses of beauty are there.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

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Riding Straight into the Light—-Monday, June 26, 2017

We are gradually moving through the growing season.

The middle of this week we will be cutting the alfalfa (for the second time this year)

The swallows flit and dart through the air searching out bugs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!  Keeping the mosquitoes at bay!

We are still having wind…sometimes a light breeze that stirs the leaves in the garden, sometimes a wind, which whips the branches of the trees, and sometimes a wind we can not see; stirring the clouds causing cloud shadows to move swiftly across our farm

This part of earth is truly full of peace.

All people — well, the majority of people—crave peace.

I find peace here…on this little dab of land…where dreams lift off the earth and rush toward the stars,

The swelling morning sun shouts “WAKE-UP”

And the red blaze of the western sun fills the evening sky.

Mother Earth, Father Sky…the infinite Universe…healer/scryer…the gift of peace.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

Each and Every Day –Thursday, April 13, 2017

We went through a long spell of chilled nights last week, resulting in the thinning out of the pears and possibly the prunes and plums.  Which is alright, as fruit must be thinned to produce large sized fruit.

But the last two evenings and days seem to have moved into a much nicer contrast of warmer temperatures.

We are gradually getting the corn ground wet—Terry wet plants.  What that means is he waters everything up first….wet clear through—called subbed over.  Then the ground sets for a few days drying out. After it reaches a certain point in dryness he will go in with the planter and plant the corn.

While that field dries out we move the water to another field.  The water flows non-stop until harvest now.  This field, that field, always moving and changing.  (Just so you know the water is never wasted, it flows back into the canal to be taken out by the farm just below us…repeated for several more times until it reaches the Gunnison River.  Just has it has been repeated to get to our farm.)

Where the water merges with the Gunnison RIver.  The Gunnison river then flows on down to Grand Junction, Colorado, where it meets the great Colorado River then flows on to California.

The early mornings and the last of the day—evening—are still cool enough we wear jackets…the daytime warming up to summer time temps.

All the time, day after day…the work steadily progresses.

But throughout each moment there is amazing beauty…from early morning sun,

to the calmly arriving night; reinforcing Terry’s and my joy of living on the land.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

After the Storm March Arrived—-Thursday, March 2, 2017

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Yesterday March arrived.  The sky cleared and filled with hollow clouds following quickly behind skudding black snow and rain clouds.

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The morning sun (yesterday and today) shot the sky with colors worthy of a carnival…the air chilled but intoxicating.

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We warmed up to great 45* (7.22222 celsius). The air still enough a candle’s flame would have burned high and steady.

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We counted 35 visible calves, plus two cows in the process of having their calf.  How many calves were hidden—we will not know until the Mom brings them out of hiding.

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Last night the sickle moon glimmered in the star studded sky.  The air holding the scent of past snow and ice, and the promise of green and growing things.

Spring (for me) has arrived!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Air Dances and Shimmers with Cold —- Tuesday, December 6, 2016

morning-with-snow-cloudsThis morning’s sunrise seemed to dance and shimmer along the eastern horizon—coloring the snow clouds, with a pirouette, of brilliant color.

on-a-walk-006So different from the brilliance of the setting sun last evening.  At that point in time the air smelt of dried corn stalks and the sharp tang of summer brushes (sagebrush, chico, and rabbit), as they each, separately cooled down their sap; making their roots warm, ever so warm to hold them through the winter.

on-a-walk-003Once more we were blessed with that amazing magical light; lighting up even the most mundane of things—common weeds.

on-a-walk-002As we walked along, Terry, Boomer, Min-Min cat and I — the air swept through last years plants—we walked on one of the farm roads watching the wind moving in the beginnings of the snow clouds

storms-004 As the darkness rose up to to meet that stunning descent of yesterday’s sun.  We walked back home, pushed along by a bitter wind. What little warmth on the land being quickly sucked up by the coming of the night.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Gay November Sunshine—Wednesday, November 16, 2016

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Yesterday, it was just Boomer, myself and the two cats:  Sammy and Min-Min.  Terry was away doing important things not connected to the farm.

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It was a beautiful bright fall day, the air was crisp and warm and the sky the most amazing blue.

as-the-sun-setsThen as the sun set the sky turned into the color of a joyfully blowing leaf..causing me to rush to different parts of the yard to capture the golden light

golden-lightThen the sun sank below the Uncompahgre (Un-come-pah-gray, accent on the pah) Plateau and the first stars of the evening popped out. The air was decidedly cool.

Today we woke-up to clouds, with a promise of rain in the air.  The weather people are saying to plan on rain and light dusting of snow, in our area…more snow in the higher areas tomorrow.

We are hearing the Upper Country and the Mountains are very dry…moisture will be a good thing.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

A Wee Little Game—-Sunday, October 30, 2016

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Our sunrise Saturday morning was stunning!  I just had to share it with you.

min-min-lu-and-iAnd for something a little fun….can you find the cat!  That’s me in the shadow on the corn!

If you can please leave a comment!

Hugs and Love

Linda

When Time Is Still—-Sunday, August 28, 2016

Early-Morning-1There is a time, within each day, when time seems to stand still

SunriseThat point when everything waits— for just that moment, that pure moment of breathlessness

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When the sun breaks forth into a new day

Mountains-1The joy reverberating clear into our blood.

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Then the minutes and hours of the day takes over —with lists of ‘things to do’ and ‘stuff to get done’ and the people ‘who need’

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But, If we just stop and look we can have that moment of balance we all crave…

Almost-a-RainbowA pause—

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Gradually time slows

Sun-breakAnd all those things that thronged our seconds, minutes and hours become still… For just a moment.

Evening-TideBalanced!

Then the night rises up to claim it’s fair share of time.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

After the Storms—-Monday, August 8, 2016

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After the storms

Night-SkyThe air has that feel of refreshment, joy, excitement; a party, of sorts, before the heat comes roaring back.

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The birds call to one another…high and sweet

The day's beginningThe morning air; wild and clean makes one’s soul leap with urgency

My-yardThe plants are rested— they whisper to one another and to us, if we will just listen.

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They sing of the earth; sharing it’s boundless joy.

Painted-Sky-4From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

The Summer Solstice —-Tuesday, June 21, 2016

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“It was June, and the world smelled of roses.  THe sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”—Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tracy and TIb

Cultivating-CornIt has been hot here.  Very hot!  The thermometer read 106* yesterday around four o’clock in the afternoon.  And supposed to be even warmer today.

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I love the heat!  Yes!  Really I do.  Although…. walking outside is like pushing aside those heavy curtains on stages…the ones usually made of red velvet with gold trim.

Pink-HollyhocksThe air is perfumed with the incense of rose.

Good-Morning-SunshineThis morning sunrise is a visible promise of more sun-heated shadows under trees and along buildings.

Set-of-LastAs the sun set, last night, the birds and insects started falling silent—until it was

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just us, Terry, Boomer and I–the running water, the cooling earth

Strawberry-Moon

And the Strawberry Moon.

From my world to your heart,

Linda