I Love Early Morning —- Tuesday, December 7, 2021

I love watching the sun come up

The skylines seem to  shimmer

The earth is black, the weeds streaking the edges of the earth

While the fire of the rising sun colors everything in its path.

The air seems to drift with the glowing sky

Sounds carry further in the early morning air

The God(s) have given us marvelous tools to live this life we live.

The patches of shadow, are always lit from above

The darkness fading into light.

The magic of a new, new day!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

For Just a Moment the Sun Seems to be Platinum Instead of Sheaves of Gold—Tuesday, March 16, 2021

Now that the time has changed, we are back to getting up in the dark.

And, even though, winter still whispers in the cold and frozen air.

Daylight starts slipping into night, like a dream, or more like a memory of a dream.

Making one think the Platinum light has stolen away—- that golden glimmer of dawn.

But—not for long and the gentle promise of daylight fills the land.

Work has begun.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

A Delicious Soothing Peace of Morning Sunlight —- Thursday, February 11, 2021

On the way to do the early morning chores,

The soothing, serene, and eternal

Waking of the sun lifts hearts, minds, and souls; leaving me feeling light-headed and possibly able to float in the glided gossamer air.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

As Winter Wears On — Thursday, January 21, 2021

The sunrise starts a small bit earlier

And earlier.

The day lengthening and brightening

Saying, Wake-Up it’s a Beautiful Day!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The God(s) Do Talk to Us —- Monday, June 15, 2020

Your God, My God, and Everyone’s God

Talks to us.

Sometimes they talk in signs

Sometimes writing in the heavens

Sometimes sending the sun to chase away the shadows

Often times the messages are so loud and clear

We can not hear or see

We are looking for an answer

That Crashes like a Symbol!  Something that SHOUTS!

But the answers are always there…

The answers filter into our thoughts,

Subtle, but profound

It’s up to us to listen—

With our souls.

If we truly and honestly want an answer.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Clacking Trees —Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Winter brings an interesting phenomenon

Things which are unusual, at best, seem to occur

With a slight more bit of frequency

Winter has it’s own glimmering twilight, so different

from Spring,

or Summer,

or Fall

The colors are much different, filled with lavender instead of hot oranges

And the trees sigh, instead of sing—swaying and clacking in the cold.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

In Small Shafts of Moonlight and Dazzling Sunlight—Tuesday, October 22, 2019

Here we are on a wee tour of the farm and how things are now

The moon is dazzling peeking here and there through the corn

We have deer hanging out in the corn

We have new ‘saved’ goats on the farm.  They are not young, very old, complete with arthritis. They are so sweet.

The mornings are dazzling

The Quails are so much fun to watch, and we have lots and lots of them.

The sunrises have been lovely

We have a family of raccoons

And coyotes (Sigh)

The leaves are falling, but they didn’t turn colors this year

We still have water in the canal.  It will leave on the first of November. I still enjoy hearing the rush of the water passing through our place.

AND I got a photo of a wasp in flight!  How cool that is! 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

In the Long Soft Light of the Heavens — Wednesday, May 22, 2019

We are going on with more and more rain, snow in the high country, and
And a chill the little summer birds are not used to experiencing
Although my yard and flowers are rather enjoying their new fate of cool,
(cold) wet rainy days and nights
As for me, my heart yearns for sunshine
Still, I must marvel at the amazing beauty of the very wet earth
And the sun on the snow-covered mountains
Each day is still a marvel.  More than a deceptive dream as some would argue,
but a true gift from the God(s)
Valerie (a dearest and wonderful friend) sent me one of her favorite poems by the Sufi poet Kabir…

O servant, where dost thou seek Me?

Lo! I am beside thee.
I am neither in temple nor in mosque: I am neither in Kaaba nor
in Kailash:
Neither am I in rites and ceremonies, nor in Yoga and
renunciation.
If thou art a true seeker, thou shalt at once see Me: thou shalt
meet Me in a moment of time.

And at the end of this lovely poem, Valerie wrote: “I treasure those lovely words and thoughts”…

As do I.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Each and Every Day —- Thursday, April 4, 2019

In the coolness of an early Spring day

The work begins in earnest

But that is fine with us

At our ages, it takes courage to get up and go

But we do, enjoying the shadows of the liquid golden sun

The immensity of the sky and earth, a gusty wind, clouds flurried in the air

Each hour action packed

Then once more back to evening, whereby we silently give Thanks for another wondrous day.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

Sunlight Glowing; ’tis Summer, My Favorite Time of Year, Tuesday, July 10, 2018

I spend every waking moment (that I can) outside. Working in the yard, helping Terry in the fields, reading a book on the lawn furniture

It’s terribly hot here this year, 90* (32.2 c) by 9:30 in the morning. Terry wilts after the thermometer hits 90*.

I seem to perk up.

We balance each other that way.

Still, the heat IS more like August; then July.

The plants are reacting to this unusual heat, by speeding up their growth.  Already the corn is starting to tassel out, and the pinto beans are shooting runners.

Early.

Almost two weeks early.  Seems very strange to us.

The weeds are loving it!  Growing rampant and wild and (even in some cases) lovely. Still, they are weeds, and therefore, undesirable.

Of course, they always and forever more pick the worst spot to grow—is there a good spot?

The little birds chatter and sing until around noon when the heat is too much for their songs.   From noon until seven in the evening they sit with wings spread out, tail feathers wide, beaks open, and eyes half closed.  Trying to stay cool.

But my flowers in the yard!! Oh! My!  They are bursting forth in such beauty.  Their scent silken as it caresses the air.

The touch of the sun warm on their breathtaking allure.

Then the evening sun fills the sky with gold, orange, and apricot.

Ahhh….summertime…and the living is good.

From my heart to your world,

Linda