So far, so distant so perfectly a part of our lives.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The Moon, a Planet, and the Houses Across the Way, Sunday, January 29, 2023
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Tag Archives: the moon
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,
Linda
The Moon, a Thing of Staggering Beauty—Monday, August 3, 2020
Boomer doesn’t always like to go with me anymore
Long walks are now out of the question
Most of the time he will go with me on the four-wheeler, but not always
He always goes with he has company. He tries very hard to be part of their play
But last evening he wanted to go for a wee walkabout
So we did
Not going far
Just down the lane, past the equipment
Where the moon shown down on us,
A little dog, a little kitty and I
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Twenty Beats of the Heart, Then Just a Few More—Wednesday, December 11, 2019
As the brilliant golden sun left our bright winter day
The moon rose rapidly in the east….Sun and Moon sending their whispering light over our farm
As I watched the sun sink very quickly in the west, darkness speedily filling the land
The moon gently entered a shadowed colored cloud
The air shivering as I watched
The lovely old Man in the Moon
radiates white and silver
glimmering moonbeams —
like a chorus of angels in the heavens.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The Spirits Ride the Evening Sky — Monday, September, 2019
(from Pinterest)
Tangled there among the leaves
A tiny sliver of the moon emerged
Grabbing my camera I walked out from the surrounding buildings
So I could share, with the living noises of the farm, the small chitter of the little birds as they settled for the night, a dog’s bark from over the mesa on the flatlands, and the rush of water flowing through the ditches—-
You see I wanted to connect with the spirits of the animals, the water, the plants growing and maturing on the land
But most of all I wanted to experience the murmuring of the moon
As the daylight faded and the evening light held it’s breath; before the stars started to sing.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The Home of the God(s)—Your, Mine and Ours—Thursday, August 15, 2019
(From Pinterest)
It’s lovely right now. A perfect time of year.
During the day the air warms up; after a very cool night.
The sky so lovely, ever so lovely, with huge clouds sailing, and heaped here and there.
But what is the most lovely of lovelies; making me catch my breath
Is the full moon rising; peaking through the tassels of the corn
On a sweet warm night
More beautiful by far than the wingspan of an angel.
Utterly Charming!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Shadows Peopled by Those We Cannot See—Sunday, July 21, 2019
I was standing in my kitchen ironing yesterday
When a wild wind blew up
It was part of a rainstorm racing along the Uncompahgre Plateau, filling the canyons with droplets of very wet liquid
The storm was rambunctious, but only on the plateau
I continued ironing, watching the storm clouds throwing spears of lightening
When suddenly the back door flew open. I turned quickly thinking I also heard a pick-up drive up
The door opened; banged and I heard “LINDA!”
“What”, I replied. Feeling very puzzled.
Twice more the door flew open and twice more I heard my name
Then I realized it was my Dad calling me for the voice then said: “Come here, Linda”. (Or did he say: “I am here, Linda.”?)
I went to the door and then on outside; standing on the back step my heart fluttering in my rib cage
I wasn’t afraid, just eager to see my Dad again.
Just once more. To actually see him and hold his hand, like I was a tot again.
But, of course, he wasn’t there. There was only the wind, the yard, and a storm dropping lush moisture on canyon rims.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Listen to the Moon —- Monday, April 22, 2019
April’s full moon is the Pink Moon
And for a spell, it did look pink.
Friday evening the moon sang a song of light to the trees
It quickly rose as if a gust of wind was pushing it
Gradually it was free from the last branch flying high into the sky
But the most amazing thing about the moonlight, as it rose higher and higher, then through the living room window the shafts of moonlight sang a song; to which my heart cried out in wonder.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
In That Glow —- Monday, March 18, 2019
Of the lengthening days and the shortening of the nights
That wonderous moon grows ever fuller; shining brightly from ascent to descent.
Brightening our dimming dusk making it glow!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
There in the Star-Flexed Sky—-Tuesday, September 18, 2018
Boomer and I went for wee walk last night (and a couple of nights ago)
Mindy following along behind, besides, in front, sometimes hidden, sometimes right at my feet
We went when the moon was just a sliver, followed by a shining star
I got it in my head to try and take a photo or two of the stars shining down on us as we walked along…the orange lights at the bottom of the photo are the house lights way over the mesa and down in the holler from our farm
It was surprisingly fun to soar up above the earth with my camera
This is Venus shining gloriously in the west.
Someday I would love to have a camera which could take better photos of that wonderous sky at night.
But until I am very rich…I will enjoy the camera I have…
and my wee walks
with very good friends
As we explore the beauty of the night!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
P.S. That is the pinto bean header on the pinto bean combine at night. I thought it was rather neat looking!
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