Boy, is it ever COLD here!!! Miserable in fact. We started the heat back on in the house yesterday and have kept it going all night and even today. I’m down to four logs of wood (that have been cut to length) I was hoping the cut wood would last us until warm and settled weather of spring. So far that isn’t going to be the case.
Last night Terry and I were dress in our winter clothes —carhart jackets, hooded sweatshirts, with warm winter hats pulled way down over our ears to do the irrigation water. Miserable changing and resetting (melted snow) ice water in all those clothes. But we had to do it or freeze.
Today there is edges of ice along the rows it’s so cold out here.
Of course, the fruit trees are in full bloom—apples, cherries, prunes, pears, and plums. These trees are on our place and I don’t smudge. I’m sure the orchardist are smudging or running wind fans to try and save their fruit and their living.
Out there on the ditch bank I had to marvel at the beauty that surrounds us—sometimes it is just stunning.
The storm clouds had lifted a little bit allowing the sun to shine on the canyons, mesas, hills and the Uncompahgre Plateau (Un-come-pah-gray) highlighting the vistas surrounding our mesa.
There is something about being near these geological wonders that lifts my soul. Something mystic, even exciting. The canyons draw me to them speaking of mystery and and enchantment—opening my spirit to those who have traveled long long ago, within their captivating walls, or walked along the mesas and hills hunting, foraging, putting down roots, making a life for themselves.
Then there are all the wild animals and other creatures that complete the magic within the vista…calling to my soul!
Anyway….I couldn’t tarry long day dreaming, but for a spell, a very short spell, the canyons and mesas, the plateaus and the hills where filled with sunshine then the storm descended upon them also.
But, lucky for me, I was outside and saw…now you can too.
From the high mountain deserts of Western Colorado I sing to you a bright and very cold “Good Morning!”
You friend,
Linda
Not being people who could turn down and invitation of such wonderful magnitude… we were off!
There (just above the wing tip), was Confluence Lake, in our small town of Delta, Colorado. You can also see the Gunnison River flowing toward Grand Junction, Colorado, and two large fields of sunflowers on the top of lower California Mesa.
We flew above the North Fork Delta County, and then he took us over Grand Mesa.
As time went on we traveled over the Book Cliffs (where wild horses roam) just above the city of Grand Junction, Colorado.
Then over the rugged and beautiful Uncompahgre Plateau (Un-come-pah-gray, with the accent on the pah)
The smoke from all the fires made the air a little hazy, but suddenly we were flying over our farm.
What a joy! What an amazing adventure and a delightful gift!
Life on a Colorado Farm 