A Shinning Simplicity — Tuesday, March 21, 2023

The sun has been seen so rarely all this late fall, winter, and now early spring

That when we do have it we are over-wrought with

Immense joy.

I would like to hang onto the joy of the sun.  Instead, we have the diaphanous sheen of pearly grey.


Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


The Beauty in the Sky — Wednesday, December 7, 2022

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,


Contrast —- Sunday, August 28, 2022

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,




An Archangel Painted the Sky — Sunday, November 21, 2021

The Flames of mighty truths

The Large and Vibrant Whispers

Of an Arch Angel’s Glittering, and gossamer spell casting deep shadows on the land.

From my world to your heart,



The Wind Tugs, Then Stops, and the Air Becomes Calm —Sunday, May 16, 2021

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,


In the Peace and Quiet — Monday, April 19, 2021

“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,



A Buoyant Shape in the Atmosphere — Monday, March 15, 2021

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,





As the Daylight Shortens —- Monday, November 16, 2020

The skittering clouds traveled willingly away from us

Bringing beautiful clear skies the next day

During the silence of the night

(Caught on the game camera)

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,