Friday, November 6, 2020
Saturday, October 31, 2020
Sunday, October 25, 2020
|dried grasses glowing in sunlight|
A blanket of snow would reduce our risk of wildfire.
|town of Breckenridge from a ridge in our neighborhood|
Yesterday, after our walk, I sowed wildflower seeds.
I smile at the promise of the seeds.
Perhaps next summer I'll see colorful blooms dancing in the breeze.
|lovely Blue Spruce in the forest|
Early this morning, Silver, the large male fox, scouted our property.
Later, I was startled by 4 bull moose stampeding through the forest.
|heading home through dry forest|
|sunset before the forecasted snow|
Wednesday, October 14, 2020
|Can you find the moose?|
If I'm outside working, she rests nearby, watching carefully.
He's cautious and keeps his distance.
|the brown spot in front of the cow is one of her calves|
Wednesday, September 30, 2020
Thursday, September 10, 2020
Weather at high altitude changes in the blink of an eye.
A few days ago, on our hike, we found Arnica flowers blooming in sunshine.
PS I'm having to experiment with photo size on the new Blogger.
It's a learning experience!
Saturday, August 29, 2020
The end of August at high altitude means the end of summer.
The forest floor changes day by day.
Nights become cooler - soon frost will appear.
My gardens splurge on one last burst of color.
We hike in early morning on trails we've used for 30 years.
We rarely meet another person.
August has been very dry, but today rain fell.
Our forests need moisture. There are 4 wildfires burning in Colorado.
|dawn turns the trees golden|
We continue to isolate at our mountain home.
There is no place we'd rather be.
We've enjoyed our gorgeous high altitude summer.
We're staying well and staying hopeful.
I hope you are, too.
Friday, August 14, 2020
In 1966, on August 14th at 4:30 PM, Bob and I married.
As he waited at the altar, his lapel flower shook from nerves.
I walked down the aisle with the hem of my gown discreetly pinned.
(My mother's friend made the gown and misjudged the measurements.)
Rain pounded the country church, accompanying the soloist.
Bob's grandmother cried tears of happiness.
(I hope they were tears of happiness...she was a stoic woman.)
Through joys and sorrows, we are still joined.
This morning, Bob said, "Happy Anniversary to my bride."
Somewhere inside, we are still that young bride and groom.
Today we celebrate 54 years of marriage.
Still waiting - not as nervous....