I’m Sure Angels Paint the Sky—-Monday, December 4, 2017

I’m sure angels are in charge of painting the sky.  Although, there are those who would argue with me

Telling me the Angels have much better things to do than to sit around coloring the clouds and the air around the earth

That they have all the problems of mankind to deal with; are the messengers from God to us and in lots of cases our personal guardians.

So maybe they don’t.  Maybe it’s some totally scientific thing, which explains in complete and fascinating logic, how the sun lights up the clouds at either the beginning or the ending of a day…

It really doesn’t matter to me…for between the logic and the thought…between one heartbeat and the next…in that tiny space between….I like to think there is a place for spirit to reside with the sensible.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

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The Deep Hush—-Wednesday, June 3, 2015

The upper corn field is a pasture away from the headgate. As Terry and I work (last night I shoveled ends and Terry dug the little depressions to hold the siphon tubes and then started the tubes, the night before he shoveled and I dug and started tubes) we can hear the roar and the crashing of the water in the FN Lateral Canal,  as it moves over the little dam and into our headgate, then the turbulent flinging of the water back into the canal heading on toward the Gunnison River, then into the Colorado River.

It’s our own mini-Niagara Falls.

We usually work in companionable silence; the rumbling of the water making casual conversation hard to hear.

SMAfter checking the headgate for trash we drive through the Upper End pasture, around the Fox den area and take the ditch bank road separating the largest corn field from the Alfalfa field to set water in the soon-to-be-planted Pinto Bean field. (Whew!  That was a long sentence!)

By this time the sun has set and twilight fills the land.  I was walking back from the dirt ditch, (counting rows of set water as I went—too many open and the water dries up, not enough open and the cement ditch over-flows—when the full moon started rising.

Strawberry-Moon

I am not a ‘good taker’ of moon photos…usually I have the wrong camera with me at the time .  Still I thought…why not.  The full moon in June is called the Strawberry Moon.

Once away from the roar of the headgate the land is growing silent.  Although, night is never truly silent, the sounds take on a deep hush, shhhhhhhhhhhhh, bidding our hearts to be still, step lightly, those who live in the daytime are preparing for sleep.

Here and there the night sounds start, the hoot of a owl, or a cry of a far away fox, the night birds starting to awake, the earth’s breath slowing down to a gentle heartbeat.

It’s easy to stand with Terry, our arms linked, or me resting against his chest his arm around me-both holding a shovel. 🙂

Silently we survey the rushing of the irrigation water down it’s own little furrow. Boomer at our feet, waiting for the word to load up.

The earth calms, our hearts match the beat of the earth’s– peace descends.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Looking at a Rose Colored World—Sunday, January 25, 2015

GlowTerry and I were outside splitting firewood yesterday as the day started to end…colder air was descending and the sun was sitting.

kkkkWe still wanted to do a few more logs and I still needed to haul the nightly load to the house and fill the wood box.

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As we worked the sky started filling up with the most amazing, scrumptious, delightful rosey glow.  It started out as a very pale pink.

tttGetting brighter and brighter as we finished up.

vvvvI hurriedly filled the wheelbarrow and pushed my heavy load to the house, then leaving the wheelbarrow right next to the back door I grabbed my camera and ran back outside!

yyyLight like this doesn’t last long…a few minutes at the most.

RG And I wanted to be in the light, surrounded by the light…a complete part of the light.

RoseAnd I wanted to share it with you!

The world is a truly stunning and beautiful place!

 

Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,

Linda