There is a quietness descending on the land now,

You can feel it as we finish up the summer work

There is a dreamy, wistful feel about the land, the sky, the air, everywhere

You can see it in the gathering colors of the plants, glittering here and there

It’s a dreamy, rather suspended feeling

The sun moving toward the southern part of the sky

The smoke from the fires lessening

The gradually falling leaves confirm….an

The icy winter storms are lurking there…just there. Waiting to become more.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda