A Sweet Kiss Goodnight—Sleep Tight—All is Well, Thursday, January 19, 2023

45 minutes to Sunset—when the world has an amazing pink lucent glow—then fades into soft shades of gray—on into the dark of night.

(I love this time of day!  Just LOVE it!)

It’s like that goodnight kiss your Momma and Daddy gave you way back when you were a toddler.

A perfect ending to the day, with sweet dreams for the night.

From my world to your heart!

Linda

 

If You Can’t Lick ‘Em, Join ‘Em , Thursday, October 6, 2022

Since dry dirt is a memory right now

I thought to myself—the rain has left us an amazing

Heartbeat of its own

Well, actually a bazillion heartbeats

A heartbeat of such beauty it surprises me into awe and wonder.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Third Cutting —Summer is Winding Down, Thursday, September 29, 2022

The third cutting is accomplished.  All three fields are now “down” drying.

Depending on the weather, the next step will be baling and hauling it in and getting it sold. (Although, some of it is already sold!  🙂  Thankfully)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Whisper of What is to Come, Thursday, September 1, 2022

Soon, very soon, the falling leaves will hold mastery over us

Drifting down silently, laying a colorful mantle upon everything.

Autumn is in the air.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Spring Magic — Apple Blossoms, Thursday, May 5, 2022

Our apple tree has expanded itself in a most delightful way

Completely filling each and every twig and branch with lovely, lovely flowers.

We will see if another freeze comes along and wipes them out; like all the other fruit we have.

Time will tell….until then I will enjoy this massive show of abundance.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I Will be Seventy THREE!!! WOW!, Thursday, January 13, 2022

WOW!  Just thinking of that new age to be is amazing really!

But for right now! I’m still 72—then tomorrow 73!

Wow!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Blink — Time Moving Forward, Thursday, September 30, 2021

Gosh, here we are the last day of September.

Tomorrow is October.

The shadows in Autumn are just a little bit thicker now

A little bit darker, the light from the sun more brilliant

The air holds a chill much easier

Although, the middle of the day holds a tad touch of Summer

I must confess, the only time of the year, the weeds are sorta kinda pretty.

Blink…time is moving fast.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Gathered Close—If Only for a Brief Second, Thursday, August 5, 2021

Sometimes I am doing something when I see my hand

It shocks me, if only for a brief moment of time

For I think, I see my Momma’s hand.  It startles me for I know she is not here, she is beyond the Veil, somewhere.

This sudden ‘seeing’ of Momma started sometime this farming season, I can’t pinpoint when.

But there she is, just for a moment, reaching through the veil touching me, gathering me close, stirring my heart, filling my mind with the memory of her and her tender yet firm love of me.

I am now older than Momma when she died.  I no longer have a compass, a way to approach each day, year, or a single tiny bit of time.  She passed away, many years ago- the year 2000, when she just turned 71.

Thank you, Momma, for the brief, gentle time of walking with me, I know you are with me when I see your hands on mine.

From my heart to your heart,

Linda

 

 

What We Have Been Doing, Part One, —- Thursday, April 22, 2021

We spent all day Monday…from 9:00 in the morning until 6:00 in the evening (after irrigation and before irrigation)

Moving dirt.

You see our canal water is so full of dirt that settling ponds have to be dug; allowed to have the water flow into the pond, and the dirt to settle out, then the pond is dug out in the Spring.

Not to waste the dirt, or let it blow away in the ever-present wind

We load and haul the dirt to different spots on our farm.  Putting the dirt back into the SOIL of the ground.

A long day sandwiched in between the other stuff.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Looking Forward — New Year’s Eve, Thursday, December 31, 2020

One of the most painful moments in a person’s life probably comes with the insight that an age has been reached when there is more to look back on than ahead.                     A Man Called Ove, by Fredrik Backman

The snow came and left.  Watering the dry earth.  It was nice. I am also glad it is gone.

Here we go…heading into another year.

Good-bye 2020.  Thank you for everything, all the good, the lovely, and even the ugly.

Hang on world…here comes 2021!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda