I Believe in God—Wednesday, December 18, 2019

We still have a few drifts of the last snow we had…sitting all frozen and windswept waiting for either a warm day to melt away, or to gain more snow to smooth out the wrinkles left by the wind

The shadows seem to dance and rustle in the icy air

Our lives are such tiny little seconds in the eternal cycle of life.

I believe in God, belief in the stars, in the infinity of the World, the beauty of the earth, everything we have in each day by day our lives.

Yes, I believe in God and the gift of being alive.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Extraordinary Messages from the Heavens—Monday, December 2, 2019

The wind has enjoyed tossing the corn leaves high, high into the air

The horses have enjoyed the clear, sharp wind

Running, running, tossing their heads, manes flying

The air so sharp it seems to glitter

Racing up, and back, then over and down.  Their hard hooves picking up wee clods of dirt flinging the bits of earth in all directions

Lifting their tails, shaking their heads they race —onward then back.

While watching, T’Ata and Glory Bee, I saw another Sundog in the sky.

If these amazing omens are correct…we are heading toward major cold.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Back on Tuesday Last Week, Sunday, November 3, 2019

(From Pinterest)

Back on Tuesday night, last week, Boomer and I took a wee walk-about

The wind was bad, restless; like a nightmare

Then it started to snow

I was frozen; we didn’t go far

The next day showed us diamonds on the earth

Which truly didn’t start melting until Thursday

Then warming up enough by Saturday it was all gone.  Leaving on wet spots where it used to be.

November has arrived; winter is officially here (no matter what the calendar says) 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Winter Came within a Wailing Wind Storm —- Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Snow came in the night, starting out like rain/sleet/ then snow

Not masses of snowflakes but enough that one is surprised to look out the window on an October Day.

The wind chill is the worst.

The day before, in a crisp, sharp, gusting wind (no rain, no snow, just strong wind)

We tackled part of the woodpile,

Splitting a nice little stack amid the swirl of leaves and twigs

Which is keeping us warm, while the malevolence of the nasty wind stripped the rest of the leaves from all the trees.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

High Winds and Dust — Tuesday, October 15, 2019

We have been having wind….lots and lots of wind

Which always makes the earth seem slightly used

It hisses through everything; stretching the earth into a dust storm of wonder

We have a strong need for rain.

(Beaglie ears flying in the wind)

But not until all the pinto beans, the onions, and the hemp are all harvested.  Until then we just live in gratitude for dry weather so those farmers still trying to get crops harvested can.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

 

The Surging Wind has Brought Us Colder Temperatures—-Monday, October 7, 2019

We have had wind for several days now, making setting tubes a bit of a challenge

Although the daytime temperatures have been warm enough we didn’t need coats in the middle of the day

The winds gusted and moaned through the standing corn, across the rooftops and slammed into standing buildings

swallowing all of us in fine coats of dust.

The wind flailed the electric fences

and drove leaves, weeds and other loose things across the land and into our hair and eyes.

Sunday day we were still experiencing a wee wind, one that had a tendency to make us shiver.

I hint (just a hint),  of winter coming.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Shadows Peopled by Those We Cannot See—Sunday, July 21, 2019

I was standing in my kitchen ironing yesterday

When a wild wind blew up

It was part of a rainstorm racing along the Uncompahgre Plateau, filling the canyons with droplets of very wet liquid

The storm was rambunctious, but only on the plateau

I continued ironing, watching the storm clouds throwing spears of lightening

 

When suddenly the back door flew open. I turned quickly thinking I also heard a pick-up drive up

The door opened; banged and I heard “LINDA!” 

“What”, I replied.  Feeling very puzzled.

Twice more the door flew open and twice more I heard my name

Then I realized it was my Dad calling me for the voice then said: “Come here, Linda”. (Or did he say: “I am here, Linda.”?)

I went to the door and then on outside; standing on the back step my heart fluttering in my rib cage

I wasn’t afraid, just eager to see my Dad again.

Just once more.  To actually see him and hold his hand, like I was a tot again.

But, of course, he wasn’t there.  There was only the wind, the yard, and a storm dropping lush moisture on canyon rims.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

To See When One isn’t Looking —- Wednesday, July 3, 2019

I like to stand outside and hear the wind speak

Although, I even like to stand outside on the ditch bank and look at the sun

Or stare at the sun when he isn’t looking at me

I enjoy the immensity of the air, the liquidness of the moisture turned into fluff

I like to see the earth when it green and so full of life

Or the joy of all living things as they move throughout the day

I always feel that the gift of more time

Here on the face of the earth—

Is such an amazing present.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

I am Always Inordinately Pleased with the Common Things of Life — Wednesday, May 29, 2019

It’s been downright cool here of late

Still, the cooler weather has the spring flowers looking nice

The wind has been rather terrible, causing the tall bearded iris to slant and wave dangerously

Some  of the plants are showing yellow from the lack of sunshine,

But others seem to flourish in the limited sun and warmth

Still the spring air

of very cool, nights and slightly warmer days

Seem to bring something special to my garden of blooms

So here we are

with the weather a tad raw,

Being gifted with jewels

Of a most wondrous kind!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

We Live in Hope —-Monday, May 27, 2019

The wind picked up yesterday

Becoming a menace by the end of the day.

Then the weather cooled down rapidly…going from 82* to 72* (27c – -13c)  within 60 minutes

The wind shrieked,

and pelted us with little shards of dust

Late, late into the evening, all the little hummingbirds feasted at the feeders, trying desperately to fill up– to stay warm, before the thunderstorms arrive today.

This winter storm is to be in here for three days, but…

Maybe if I am lucky I will get to see a rainbow!

That will be really special.

I took this photo years ago at our home town cemetery.  
I think it is still appropriate even today.

 

Today we remember.

All those who cared for us and our way of life.

Allowing us to live in hope.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda