Watching Very Hard—-Monday, June 19, 2017

For two days and two nights we got to have our youngest granddaughter.

She is amazing help.

Always willing to do something; whatever we are doing.  Always asking:  “is there anything I can do to help you—or can I help you Grandpa”?

She goes with us braving the mosquitoes and deer fly, plus those nasty biting little horse flies.

Taking her little red shovel— helping move the water down the rows– making that big warm farmer’s heart in her grandpa swell with pride.

Jumping carefully over the just sprouting pinto beans, we hear her laughing delightedly.

Then just before the dark closes  in completely she and grandpa would go for a fast, breath-catching four-wheeler ride, me following along behind….way behind so Boomer and I didn’t eat dust.  Clear to the Rocky Point, then home again.

Today we are back to just ‘ourselves’ and our normal routines.

For a little while, we were young once more filling our days with work and play that only a 9 year can bring.

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

 

The Soft Susurrus as the Night Gathers—-Tuesday, March 14, 2017

There is a silence, which descends on the land, as the day starts to fade and night begins creeping into all the corners of the earth

Although the day time sounds are muted.  But darkness, you understand,  is not silent…small melodious voices break out through all the long time, of that mysterious shadowy time of sleep.

Invisible intimate sounds: the hoot of an owl, a squeak of a scurrying mouse, a nightbird calling;the howl of a distant coyote…are a constant flicker at the edge of hearing.

There are those who feel an uneasiness in the night. But not I….

I find a late night walk (among those creatures of the land) a rather comforting journey of peace.

From my world to your heart,

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 Whole Sky Flared—-Sunday, February 12, 2017

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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!

Linda

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

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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.

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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.

Linda

 

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.

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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,

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

 

 

Thank you—Thursday, July 7, 2016

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“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.

Love,

Linda