The Gift of Sunlight, Water, Air—Thursday, June 18, 2020

We are back to having wind

…not a soft breeze, or a lovely gentle rush of air

But the blazing strength type of wind which whips your words away in a huge rush

The kind of wind which bends trees and drys out the land

Still, it’s all good.

Irrigation water has been cut back, causing us to change it every 8 hours, three times a day.

I think the Gods are watching us…

To see if we care about the gift of land, and sun, and air

We try to be good stewards.  It’s time-consuming, but very rewarding.

Then of an evening, we like to watch the world slow down.

 

Each and every day

Priceless.

“No! I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith.”–R.A. Salvatore, Streams of Silver

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

In the Clamoring, Tossing, and Swaying Wind —- Thursday, April 16, 2020

Off we went down the next mile to load and haul dirt

When all that HUGE amount of trash came roaring down the canal, into our headgate and then onto the farm

The water washed away all the dirt along the cement ditch

We loaded and hauled dirt for two full days…

With several more days of loading and hauling to go.

Although the day was clear, the sky blue and the sun rippling between clouds; we had wind.

Look closely and you can see dirt dancing on the crisp bright air

Two full days, more days to go

Then water to set (which occurs several times a day)

The end of the day—finally.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

On Easter Morning — Tuesday, April 14, 2020

I went out early to wake up the hens, put our freshwater and feed, open their little runway when I noticed how beautiful the sky looked–the first glimmer of the coming day

Easter day was cold, wind blowing, buffeting man and beast, water and earth in a (most) cold and nasty way.

Big clouds filled the sky, dark with the promise of moisture, which never fell

The last set of the day, then home again, home again where warm comfort waited by the welcoming fire.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

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