The Sandhill Cranes have gifted us with their delightful presence!
I feel so prosperous having these huge (they are five feet tall) birds living all around us in the fields.
YAY!!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
That’s about it for here. Still, it was rather neat to have the sky, the air, and the earth slightly darken.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sometimes I think of growing old. Usually, it is when my body is having a ‘moment’ of falling apart. Otherwise, I really never think of my age (74)
I genuinely wake up each day filled with enthusiasm for the day and for the abundant chores, which are always part of each and every moment
Being older now, has a new kind of silence in it—the noisy chatter of the 20s is gone,
The intense drive of the thirties only an echo
The struggles of the 40s and 50s are lulled into peace and quiet
The effort to find balance in the 60s is over.
Now, the seventies are comfortable, and the easy feel of familiar places within oneself has manifested — it is a rarer type of silence
True peace about who oneself is and where one has been, and a unique sense of adventure looming—
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Someone said I need to learn to be a vegetarian.
You got to be kidding!
TLC Cai-Cai
A pair of Ringed-Neck Doves
Having a wee gossip about the cold (and a quick preening of the feathers)
Shhh. Don’t let the cat or the dog see them. Or they will fly far away.
Shhhhh.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
That beautiful moon!
So incredible
sending to earth scintillating sheets
of silver brilliance!
How lucky we are, you and I.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Guess what?!?!
We have started the corn harvest for this year 2021!
So exciting!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We had 750 bales of hay still to go to its new life as feed
Last week and Monday
It was loaded out and hauled away
Finished.
Whew!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Skies like these are a distant memory, anymore
This is what our skies look like
Most of the time…smoke sinking into each and everything
Sometimes a tad worse than other times
Once in a while, a slight breeze lightens the smoke
But, more often than not, the sun is stained dazzlingly red, red, red
As it sinks below the edge of the Uncompahgre Plateau.
We so need rain.
As does every place else in the dry, combusting west.
Sigh,
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 