In just one day, the week of storms we were surrounded by
Starting blowing away
Bringing in soft fluffy clouds and fresh and gentle earth.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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
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
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
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
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