The Pulsing Ebb and Flow of Light Filled Wonder—Tuesday, October 17, 2017

This world is a wonder…really!  Every single day —  trapped in ordinariness–the little sparks of joy are softly veiled waiting for us to see them

Like the fluttering of a leaf on the wind

Or a ride in a stormy night

Our days move minute by minute, in a deep humming, like webs of music — and our beating hearts

If we just take the time to look, feel and listen —there in the silence, which really isn’t silent

Wonder is there— in the sparkle of the lasting stars, at the moon’s edge, in the black silver night

 

The glimpses of beauty are there.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

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All in a Day’s Work —- Wednesday, August, 9, 2017

The pinto beans are setting on and starting to fill out —harvest will be sometime in September

Since we leave all our windows open day and night, the house smells like fresh mown hay.  Third cutting…  time is passing quickly now

While Terry mowed the hay I mowed my lawn…it was in dire need of my attention! 🙂

Yesterday we hauled in gravel and spread it on the long, long lane from the farmyard to the road….also putting down gravel in the farm yard itself

Then the thing I hate to do worse than anything….is getting Terry out of a tight spot.

He went over to make a ditch, got stuck…I had to come over and pull him out…

When he is in a ditch like this I’m always afraid I will pull him ‘wrong’ and cause the tractor to tip over.

When I was young our neighbor did tip over and it killed him.   Then (when our kids were grown) Terry’s good friend was working on one of his ditches when his tractor tipped over and killed him.

Scary stuff…working on wet ditches!

Finally we made it to the end of the day…the water changed for the last time until first light.

 

It was time to watch a little TV, rest a spell before bed. to relax.

Boomer lay down beside my chair, while I worked on a needlepoint canvas.

The day finally …. finally coming to an end.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Riding on a High Wind—-Sunday, July 30, 2017

We took a wee ride in the late evening air…

The crescent moon gliding through patches of simmering clouds —gradually gave way to clouds; gathered and darkened—- promising rain somewhere—either where we were driving or in the distance

Although, the clouds were gray and low; the drops of rain stayed off as we started back home.

Then the miracle appeared!

The sun shining between a slit in the clouds scattered in the west

A partial rainbow or a sundog (omen of cooler weather to arrive in three days).  I wasn’t sure which one: sundog or rainbow…I did not care!  To me it was beautiful!

Then the sun sank…

Turning the rain-filled western sky into a matching set of colors!

From my world to your heart!

Linda

Moving into the Heart of the Light—Thursday, July 13, 2017

A large portion of my day is spent on a ditch bank….somewhere, someplace, here on the farm

Morning, noon, evening…the earth, the sky, the water—moisture in the air..rain landing softly on the fields rich with good earth and lush plants

The sun captures so brilliantly the clift on the Uncompahgre Plateau where the Plateau starts to change and slope toward Grand Junction.  It’s close to this cleft where a person can descend into Gateway, Colorado

Lately the air has been restless; shifting, rising, flowing–heavy with moisture

Sometimes the sun is suspended in the western sky…blazing the horizon into a dazzling display of red, orange and yellow

I have no true favorite time of the sky…I love the luminous eastern sky’s violet when the final stars are gone.  The early sun turning from violet to pink then gold and

finally a robin’s egg blue

And the night-time full of the moon or the stars so brilliant it’s like being surrounded by diamonds

I (sometimes) think our lives have seasons…times when nothing seems to be happening…but, if we look close…there are many changes going on… we just forget to see them.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Riding Straight into the Light—-Monday, June 26, 2017

We are gradually moving through the growing season.

The middle of this week we will be cutting the alfalfa (for the second time this year)

The swallows flit and dart through the air searching out bugs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!  Keeping the mosquitoes at bay!

We are still having wind…sometimes a light breeze that stirs the leaves in the garden, sometimes a wind, which whips the branches of the trees, and sometimes a wind we can not see; stirring the clouds causing cloud shadows to move swiftly across our farm

This part of earth is truly full of peace.

All people — well, the majority of people—crave peace.

I find peace here…on this little dab of land…where dreams lift off the earth and rush toward the stars,

The swelling morning sun shouts “WAKE-UP”

And the red blaze of the western sun fills the evening sky.

Mother Earth, Father Sky…the infinite Universe…healer/scryer…the gift of peace.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

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