Although the winter hours are snail-like in progress moving ever so slowly toward the uplifting time of Spring.

My days are still full of wonder and joy.  From the tiny shadows of the dried out, but still standing weeds,

To a lone Canadian goose

feather laying in wait for me to find it.

And always, always that wonder of the sun shining on the mountains;  (This mountain range is the San Juan Mountain range) surrounding our farm.

And those oldest of sundials— shadows—horizontal, vertical, then horizontal again, in the shifting light.

As the light begins to die, burning color upon the land, fading moment by moment into ashes of gray. My heart lifts in song.

I hope I am always here.  Living out my last days… right here, on this little farm.

For you see….I truly love my life.

From my world to your heart.

Linda