This is One of the fires burning on the Uncompahgre Plateau
We have five fires surrounding us. It’s all so very sad.
The wind doesn’t help. 
But so far, we haven’t had any more lightning storms. That’s a help.
And!!! I found another heart!!
I so love this earth! Don’t you?
“The air is like a butterfly with frail wings. The happy earth looks at the sky and sings” — Joyce Kilmer
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Gone are the days I needed a jacket in the morning.
Even the trees are restless, the top leaves are turning yellow and floating down to the lawn in a convulsing sort of way.
My roses are drying up, and chasing each other in a quivering mess of dropped petals
It will take some time for all the petals to drop, but they will. Then the rose hips appear.
The heat (we hit 107°F* on Thursday of last week) wafts the scent of roses into each and every corner
Soothing our hot and sweaty brows.
We need a rainstorm —
But we get instead—
Hot, dirty wind.
But don’t let my whining fool you–
I still love summer best!
Peiskos (n): The feeling you get when you sit in front of the fireplace and enjoy its warmth.
Happy Solstice! Onward we go toward shorter days and even hotter weather. Only cooling down in October!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s HOT! Here! I do mean HOT! We’ve been hitting high, high, 90s and low 100s.
We are just about done with the first field of Alflafa’s customers. We load 150 bales out today.
We will start cutting the second field this week sometime!
That amazing sun— a gift of light and HEAT! For some reason, this year the heat is getting to me. And the hot wind—we are still having lots of wind.
Tacenda (n): Things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence. 🙂 🙂
No matter the heat, the wind, and all the work —- I still love Summer the best!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Bringing with it a terrible, nasty cold front
No matter the wind and nasty cold, the irrigation had to keep on keeping on
The pears, the prunes, and the sour cherries all froze.
We have these friendly little flowers!
Boketto (Japanese): The act of gazing vacantly into the distance without thinking.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A winter storm blew in over the weekend—taking away the warmth of the ALMOST SPRING sun…bringing with it a hint of moisture and the song of a heavy duty March wind.
I am okay with all of that—because AT SOME POINT the thaw will come and so will SPRING weather!
“The only real stumbling block is fear of failure, In cooking, you’ve got to have a what-the-hell attitude.” —Julia Child
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
After a big dust-blowing wind
Storm clouds rolled in with sprinkles of water now and again.
But, the big news
It isn’t the rain or wind but the turndown of the heat and the uptick of the cooler (much) weather.
We thought—-one more ride with the top down!
🙂 🙂 🙂
“Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn’t know you left open.”—John Barrymore
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A big, big storm blew in—see it over there in the corner
When it arrived it dumped life-giving water on us—bunches of it—buckets of it–masses amounts of it…forming a lake in the yard and on our roads.
The magic of amazing moisture……..life transforming RAIN!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
(Now the world is made up of mud, but in time that too will dry)
Yep! It’s a bit windy!
(Spring starts this week! YAY)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The wind is indifferent to us—you and me
But it gifts the world with energy and life
I love trying to capture the leaves
As they lift up and dance with the wind
Wind— so indifferent to you and I, but a huge delight for the earth and the leaves.
They are actually dancing with joy—the best cure for anyone anxieties!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
It is HOT! Mom! HOT!
I NEED IN! MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
Hot isn’t too bad…I can do hot! I just hang in the shade.
What I can’t do is the wind!!!
Hot and WIND! I need in, also!
(We need rain…to settle the dust and to cool us down. It can rain anytime now, but come next week—no, rain—we will be cutting the alfalfa for the second time this year)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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