The Whole Sky Flared—-Sunday, February 12, 2017


One evening I was walking with Shannon and Romeo, the dogs–Black Dog, Rocky and Boomer, plus Mindy and Sam following us, when the whole sky flared into vivid light

sunset-and-treeRed, rose, yellow and orange.  The clouds were caught up in the blaze of the setting sun.

redtreeTurning our Blue Spruce tree into branches of fire

the-last-of-the-day-004A large and wondrous gift from the heavens.

From my world to your heart!


The Routine of My Life is Part of My Daily Contentment—-Sunday, January 29, 2017

woodAlthough the winter hours are snail-like in progress moving ever so slowly toward the uplifting time of Spring.

weedMy days are still full of wonder and joy.  From the tiny shadows of the dried out, but still standing weeds,

geeseTo a lone Canadian goose


feather laying in wait for me to find it.

field-and-san-juansAnd always, always that wonder of the sun shining on the mountains;  (This mountain range is the San Juan Mountain range) surrounding our farm.


And those oldest of sundials— shadows—horizontal, vertical, then horizontal again, in the shifting light.

black-canyonAs the light begins to die, burning color upon the land, fading moment by moment into ashes of gray. My heart lifts in song.

straight-aheadI hope I am always here.  Living out my last days… right here, on this little farm.

For you see….I truly love my life.

From my world to your heart.



A Gathering Chill—-Thursday, December 15, 2016

evening-pinkI had that one time shot of the perfect rising of the Full December Moon and the setting sun drenched mountains,  then it was back to clouds.

But last evening the the clouds thinned just a smidge

sprinkles-of-sunbeamsWith the air restless, edgy, and even agitated.

sunburstThe sun a very blurry pale burst which blessed somewhere ‘over there’ with it’s pleasant glow.


The clouds had thinned enough to show the disk of the sun, a pale blurry spot in the sky, but sinking lower.

Then the last rays of the sun burst upon the clouds in a luxuriously pleasant intense color of light

There is a feel of rain in the air today.  Although, the clouds are thick, they are high.  It’s not as cold as we’ve been having; I can smell moisture.  If it cools down we will have snow otherwise there is a strong possibility of rain.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


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


When the sun breaks forth into a new day

Mountains-1The joy reverberating clear into our blood.


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’


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

Almost-a-RainbowA pause—


Gradually time slows

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


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

From my world to your heart,


After the Storms—-Monday, August 8, 2016


After the storms

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


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.


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

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




Thank you—Thursday, July 7, 2016


“Oh, you’re the best friends anybody ever had.  And it’s funny, but I feel as if I’d know you all the time, but I couldn’t have, could I?”–Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz

You are, you know.  You have been there for me in all sorts of ways, through the good times and the times when My Heart Shattered.

You have picked me up—held my hand—and helped me moved forward.

Sunset I am so grateful for all of you.  Thank you.



The Summer Solstice —-Tuesday, June 21, 2016


“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.


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


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


And the Strawberry Moon.

From my world to your heart,


RAINBOWS!!! —– Thursday, June 9, 2016

TiniyThere it was — a tiny little rainbow starting to take shape.  It was precious, although short lived; the clouds quickly covered the sun taking the beginnings of a rainbow with it.

Outdoor!As we were heading back to the farm yard a rain chute dropped down on to the land, across Highway 348, and the sun dropped passed the dark rain cloud into it’s resting place for the night —


In doing so, the brilliant ending of the sun caused the sky to light up with that special glow; illuminating all the dark corners of the earth, the sky and within the soul.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



If Ever I Leave You—Monday, June 6, 2016

To take from William Butler Yeats: The Lake Isle of Innisfree–” I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, and a small cabin I build there of clay and wattles made; nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, and live alone in the bee-loud glade”.

Close-of-the-dayIf ever I leave You—You will find me here. Somewhere ‘out here’ where you can hear the dark descending upon the land.

Clouds-2The busy day full of humming bees, sky of blue, and puffy white clouds, the temperature hot and the air full of the fragrances of all growing things.

Dry-Rows(How we let ourselves know that the water didn’t make it to the end of the row.)

Storm-of-Kebler-PassStanding on the ditchbank Terry and I watched a huge lighting storm flashing over Kebler Pass between Crawford and Crested Butte.


If ever I leave you…please stand still…listening… for I will be here.  On this farm where the land, the sky, and air speak to me.

From my world to your heart.



Summer Fills the Air—-Wednesday, June 1, 2016

We’ve been busy the last several days.

Follow-the-linesFirst was the planting of the new alfalfa field, followed byOff-to-work

(just as soon as he got off the tractor) irrigating that field. ( We are still a tad cold early mornings)



Then came our largest field….now planted to pinto beans! (We water it first, let it dry a bit, then plant)

HOney-and-CreamAfter which we loaded sweet corn into the planter and headed up to my sweet corn spot.


Almost done!

Our-ShadowsWe finished up the new irrigation of the alfalfa field (the seed is so tiny we plant and then water)

About 9:00 p.m. we started the water on the Middle Field.

Canyon-SunWe were setting water drenched in an amazing sunset!

OrangeThe whole sky seemed to flame in vivid yellow and orange!

Water-and-Sun-1The bright light flared and drained from the sky

Water-and-Sun-2Leaving a tiny afterglow.

No matter where you live, I’m sure you will agree with me how amazing nature is.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,