OH! That beautiful sinking sun
The clouds gently clearing
Filling the sky with impossible colors; phenomenal and intense!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The graceful (thick with moisture) clouds
Moving quickly together in rather jubilant rays of the setting sun
Gave way to a beautiful cloud-covered moon
Complete with a sparkling ring of moisture
The moon sharply swallowed by the clouds.
The quietness of the night came down softly, inviting all to drowsiness.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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
See the male in the background and the female in the forefront?
In the cool morning light, I often see my little male pheasant who has claimed the Upper End
And at least one of his ‘girls’
I see him often in the cool of the early morning light
Followed by two hens. Sometimes only one, but most of the time two.
BUT, in the delightful sinking of the sun,
as we turned up to the largest Alfalfa field, I saw ANOTHER male rooster.
Then over by the little creek, which runs through the farm, there was One More!
Finally, the last one I saw was guarding his territory by the little alfalfa field!
Four male pheasants, in four different areas of the farm….all protecting ‘their spot’.
What a beautiful, shimmering, abundant world we live in!
We are so blessed. Thank you to each and every person who reads this; for your prayers and hugs and well-wishes.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
“Age has given me what I was looking for my entire life…I fit into me now…I have become the woman I hardly dared imagine I would be.” Anne Lamott
Shhhhh…go slowly in the low sun
Allow the light to dazzle your eyes.
Watch the sun blazing through the dip in the canyons way up there on the Uncompahgre Plateau
See the hawk, on silent wings, flying softly —-hunting, hunting
The sky, slowly darkening
Until the first stars start to show.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Thursday evening I had gone out to bring Terry in from the fields; I walked back Watching the cheerful and energetic flocks of the Sandhill Cranes
and the gleaming sun lowering behind the Uncompahgre Plateau
When I noticed a sudden ray of light; rainbow colors brightening the chill of the sky.
A cacophony of colors announcing a Sundog!
True to the Sundog’s prediction…Sunday we woke to a very wet skiff of snow and much, much colder weather. With a horrid cold wind.
But it didn’t last. Not this time of year.
And it brought moisture to the dry ground. Which is all very good.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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The skittering clouds traveled willingly away from us
Bringing beautiful clear skies the next day
During the silence of the night
The deer arrived to enjoy snacks and safety with the cows
The farm has a loud and marvelous heartbeat—-if one just listens.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda