The Air and Sky Around the House is Silent—Thursday, September 5, 2019

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They have flown…

Yesterday morning, after the sky warmed; they all gathered in a huge bunch

And —-left!

I will miss them.

I tried to make the most of the time they were with us, for I knew they would not always be here.

Good-bye, my little friends.  Our house and buildings will be waiting here for your return next Spring.

BUT WAIT!!!!

The passer-throughs- are here!  YAY!  I still get to have swallows on the wires and singing in the air.

So, although, they won’t be here long, I will have a few each day for a wee spell.

AND THAT! My Friends makes all the difference!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

A Prayer without an Ending or a Beginning—Sunday, September 1, 2019

I seemed to have reached a point of ‘understanding’ in my life

I think it is the place we (as humans) have always meant to be

Where we finally realize…just like we ‘knew’ when we freshly arrived into this world of ours

That each day gives you meaning.  You need to do more than exist, to never take fortune (luck) for granted

That our lives, each and every one of us, is the prayer — the consequence of being alive

Then by the time elderly age is a reality, the human mind realizes the profoundly magical is made up of the very glorious ordinary moments of a very common day.

Once that is understood, the elderly feel like being — grand, extraordinary, marvelous, terrific, wonderful, tremendous, open to experiences and the excitement of being alive!

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From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

Another Sign of Autumn—-Tuesday, August 20, 2019

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I watch the skies all the time now. (Well, actually, I watch the skies constantly)

Always, searching, looking, gathering clues

The Barn Swallows are starting to gather

We have around 50 or so, I can’t really keep count.  They are migrating in and gathering with the ones who have lived here all summer

They rest on the electric wires, in the bushes and the trees by our house in the nighttime.

The daylight hours are full of swoops and twirls as the Mosquitos and other flying bugs become supper.

It’s very nice for us.  We can sit outside into —way dark—without even a thought of a Mosquito bite.

Our Swallows still have a nest of baby birds which need to fledge.

But it won’t be long now. I sometimes wonder how those last little fledglings do it.  Out of the nest, off they go.  Way, way far away.

For a short time they practice, flying high with the other Swallows; everyone gathers, near and far…suspended on the wires.  (Sometimes they rest for a few days, only flying off to gather food for a full tummy)

Then they all lift wing as one —-and are gone. Fading away in the sky

I hope I am home when the ‘Great Lift Off’ occurs.  I’ve missed it the last two years.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Heaven’s Winds —- Tuesday, May 1, 2018

The wind has been rather rough here of late.  Days of high winds and cold weather.

Still the fragile fruit trees are blooming…bursting forth in masses of blooms in hopes of having fruit.

The wind is armed with cruel arrows of 20 m.p.h. to 40 m.p.h. bursts trying to shatter and scatter the blooms.

Now, today, it’s cold. Windy and cold.

The little birds sit in pairs trying to keep warm.

Still the work goes on.  Early morning to late at night.  The spring sunlight breathing cold with the wind, but stunning in the sky.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

A Moment of Relief—Tuesday, August, 30, 2016

StormLast Thursday the heat of the afternoon bore down on us in such a wave of intensity I thought this fall weather had made a huge and dramatic turn back to summer.

The-color-redTerry was gone for the day, having flew out of Montrose for a meeting in Brighton, Colorado; it was up to Boomer and I to check the irrigation and  keep the farm running.

It was late in the afternoon; the gnats and mosquitoes were in swarms of carnivorous activity wherever we walked along the ditch bank—- when I felt the cool down from the swiftly moving clouds.

Storm-2It started sprinkling just before we got back to the house.  Then it started to rain.

Birds-on-a-wire

Not a bad rain, a gentle rain, a moment of relief from the suffocating heat; enough so the sparrows hung out on the wire taking a bath.

HailSuddenly the sky turned into hail, the birds, Boomer and I scattering. The blows from the hail and the wind silencing everything and everyone as we hunkered down waiting for the end.

Yellow-2Gradually the noise lessened; the air ringing empty—only the canal talking loudly as the water rushed by.

We got an inch of rain from that storm…a mixed blessing, because of the hail.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

A Deep Hush, Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Night-coming-inThe farm at twilight sends out  a deep hush

hollyWhich says:  “Step lightly…listen carefully…

Swallow

The Swallows catching supper lend a peacefulness to the cooling air.

Moon-in-TreeThe plants stir gently in the gentle evening breeze

Peek-a-booGlittering moonlight shatters the gloom sending waves of silver–much kinder than the sun, slower…a different rhythm– bringing on that space of time called night.

Your friend,

Linda

 

 

 

Fall is in the Air—Monday, August 24, 2015

Rabbit-BrushNo matter how much I wish to ignore the signs…they are here.

Fall has arrived!

The nights are cooler–so much so I must so I must shut the windows in the house by two in the morning.

AlmostThe Rabbit Brush is starting to bloom, the trees are sporting lighter leaves, even yellow in some places.

FledgeThe last of this year’s bird babies are rapidly growing and changing.  One set fledged yesterday…to the relief of Sam-Sam.  These little ones were on the back porch light, causing the parents to very aggressive to Boomer, Sam and Terry and I.

bWe even have a few leaves starting to leave the trees.

BrillantNo matter that it is still August…Fall has arrived.

Your friend,

Linda

Stamped Upon the Heart and Brain—Thursday, August 13, 2015

xSometimes in the evening (after irrigation is done) we sit, Terry and I, upon the outside chairs.

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If we get in Before the sunsets.  Last night was one of those nights.

Song-2

We relaxed and let the evening take over…the little swallow family was busy feeding the tiny mouths for the long, long rest until morning.

The hummingbirds zoomed by us, filling up for their night, Boomer lay on my feet and Sam-Sam our outside kitty sat on Terry’s lap purring.  In the bathroom window, Monkey the house cat (because she eats birds) lay stretched out longing to be outside with us.  But birds come first on our farm.

Song-3

It was one of those moments when you are aware of your own heartbeat.  A watching.  A space in time, which stamps itself upon your heart, brain and soul. A moment instantly recalled in every detail for the rest of your life.

Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Jewel Sitting in the Middle of Work—Monday, June 1, 2015

CanyonWe, Terry and I, are at a wee breathing spot…a little time in-between.

All the children and grandchildren have left— going back to their every day lives.  We so Love them dearly.  But when they are here they are the focus and the intent for the day.  All we possibly can do revolves around them.

Pink-and-Blue-Cloud

We also had the most wonderful gift of old friends (who are traveling through) stop for the evening. We talked forever outside drinking iced tea, as the day waned into the evening, watching the swallows flying high and low catching mosquitoes for their supper.

DarklyAs dark descended we gathered up our glasses and came inside continuing to tell stories from the past, stories that are burned into your mind, memories that make you laugh-out-loud, just like you did those many years ago.

Orange-and-ApricotGradually the glooming turned into true darkness, so I turned on a lamp or two.  Still we sat comparing concerns over the economy, where the future is for our children and grandchildren, plans for the near future for ourselves and thoughts about ‘next year’.

AprictoThen it was truly dark.  All of our senior citizen eyes were wanting to close, yawns were being discreetly stifled, bodies wanting to slump.

It was time to leave.

Later, much later, Terry and I were sitting up in the dark of the night; the silver moon lighting up the room.  We sat side-by-side talking about the past week, all the hugs and loves–the swarm of activity —-  the grandchildren’s parents coming to  spend the night and head back home with our precious little ones.  The good friends we have made over the long, long years of our live.  Friends, to not only share memories with, but future plans, we decided—it’s okay be old.  It has taken a lot of living to get to this place, but with that ‘lot of living’ we’ve had some pretty darn nice things happen.

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — The Swallows Left

Yesterday, while Mom was washing the windows and the screen for the Living Room and the Dining Room the Swallows left the corn field – flinging themselves off the top of the corn tassels and into to the air to land on the electric lines way above our heads.

They gathered in huge bunches.

Mom hurried in to get her camera.

Whew

But well ….. I barked and barked at them — and they flew away.

I was sad.

So was Mom.

Mom said she wasn’t mad at me, she was just sad because when the Swallows leave the Hummingbirds will be next. After they leave it will start to freeze and the snows will come with huge winds that rip your face off your head.

She gave Boomie and me a huge hug and went back to washing screens.

We’ve been working with Dad in the New Hay field for several days now.  The hay just wasn’t drying down.

Checking-the-hay

This is Dad checking the hay to see if it is dry enough to bale.

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Yellow Strips where the hay laid until it was dry enough.

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Thankfully

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last night we got the last of the hay bales

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straightened

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and Dad

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got all but two loads hauled in.

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Altogether he has ten loads!!!   COOL!

He is hauling the last as I write this!

One of the raccoon’s ran through the yard last night….

Boomie took off after him, so today Boom says his knee is hurting rather more than usual.

Hop  Mom gave Boomer lots of pets and a dog aspirin in a SAUSAGE!!! (I got one also, but I didn’t tell Boomer!)

Well, the day is warming up nicely and I see a really nice hole that has my name on it.  Boomer is resting his leg, but I think I’ll rest my eyes!

Sleeping-in-the-shade

Talk to you tomorrow,

More-sleep-and-shade

Fuzzy