Saturday we had clouds come in—–and a smattering of delightful rain.
Smoke in the sky—-still.
Then last evening,
as we rode out to change the irrigation water, we rode in gigantic surging drifts
and volleying gusts
of a staggering force of the dirty wind.
At least it didn’t last long. This morning it is gone.
Although, the sky is still pretty smokey.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sunday night a huge wind/potential rainstorm came rolling into our area.
Monday the sky was heavy with low clouds and the air sharp enough to make a person think of January.
The weather people said rain, but (right here) we didn’t see any.
Just smothering dust.
Hopefully, we will start to warm up again. I’m ready for the winter and it’s chill to just be a memory.
🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It was very windy Saturday afternoon, late
When on a wee walk-about I saw this delightful creature
He turned and looked at me with surprise in his eye.
I caught his face just before he flew away.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We had gusty winds on Monday
Winds rough enough the weeds were jerked loose and flung here and there
The dust was rather eye-filling, to say the least.
Still, the murmuration of the birds was delightful (see the wee sundog in the sky? Colder air on its way to us)
And the joy of the Red-Winged Black Birds fills our sky each and every day.
Their dance is delightful to see so I go out often trying to capture them rippling in the air.
No matter what the wind does. (Scattering weed seed here and there for next year’s crop) 🙂
Bringing in storms
The buffeting wind can, also, scatter clouds giving us sunshine.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
(This photo was taken just before the First Snowfall of the Year)
I decided yesterday,
I needed to go into the heart of the farm,
into the heart of the Earth;
where places of wonder exist,
places where I could forget politics
and angst
and worries.
I went off and on throughout the whole day
Looking at the crisped bushes, trees, and the fallen leaves
Gathering the heart of the Earth into my heart
Enjoying the peace
(Looking for these creatures)
The shadows
Before the predicted
High winds of Fall
(I only saw a few of these)
Are due in here of Friday
Bringing with it several days of the second snowfall of the season.
The light last night was lovely.
My favorite light—looking at the world through the color Rose.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
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
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
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
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
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
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