Sunday, August 28, 2011

Happy Anniversary

August 27, 2006

~Our Wedding Day~

Through the years...

Lake Powell

Jefferson Lake

Jefferson Lake


Alaska, again!!

Easter Morning Brunch

Lake Granby, 2006


“20+ Flavors” in Grand Lake

“20+ Flavors” in Grand Lake
~a little spin around Granby on our anniversary morning~

~Dick and Nanci at Grand Lake~

~Love you My Sweetie~

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Put me in, Coach!

Put me in, Coach!

As I was driving into Bergen Park yesterday I spied the unusual baseball team in the outfield.

A huge herd of elk appeared to be more interested in grazing than fielding balls.

Unfortunately, by the time I got the car into position to take photos, the game was over.

I suspect that the other team won as these guys really didn’t seem to have their heads in the game.

Friday, August 12, 2011

My House Finch: A Biblical Moment

Early this morning I was out watering my garden and thankfully I looked down before stepping on a little finch that was on the ground. He appeared to either be a baby or a sick adult because his feathers were fluffed up.

I easily cupped him in my hands and in a comforting way, began to talk to him in a soothing voice while trying to figure out what was wrong. Had he fallen from a nest? Was he sick? Obviously something was amiss and I so wanted to help him. Here I was at six in the morning, trying to run through my extremely limited knowledge of how to take care of a sick bird.

With the finch in one hand, I lowered my bird feeder with the other so that I could get a few seeds to feed him. Meanwhile I called to my husband asking him to find an eye dropper so that we could get liquid into him. Gosh, I just didn’t know what to do and was grasping for whatever solution I could come up with. Could I find him a worm and mash it up? Would he eat it? Would he drink water from the eye dropper???? I just didn’t know what to do. In the meantime, we discovered something wrong with his beak so my husband took the tweezers to dislodge whatever seemed to be gluing his beak together.

And with that, my sweet little finch, took a few rapid, frightened breaths and died in my cupped hands.

This sounds so silly but it seemed like a Biblical moment.

Matthew 10:29

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care.

With the sweet finch in my hands, I talked to God and asked him if he had taken the little finch home. And in my heart, I knew the answer was “yes”.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Laundry Day

Laundry Day in Them Backwoods


Living in a small house has many positives.

Living in a small house with my husband has many positives too!


His version of doing laundry differs from mine. Greatly!

I came home from work today to freshly-washed laundry strewn all over the mudroom.

Yes, “undergarments”

And all.

And of course, this is the day that my dear neighbor, Sara, decided to return a couple of bowls to me.

>>>>>>Inside of the laundry room<<<<<<

With the laundry hanging up all over the place.


And all.


Well it is understandable that on a hot day, the guy didn’t want to heat up our little place with the dryer but still…

The timing could have been better!!

I am now going to go looking for my dignity.

Maybe it's here underneath his boxers.

In the mud room.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Don't Quit

~God must have been listening this morning because I found this when I arrived at work and it so met my needs for today~

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest! if you must; but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up, though the pace seems slow;
You might succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup.
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit;
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.-anonymous

Monday, August 8, 2011

Mountain Mailboxes

~I’ll choose mountain mailboxes every time~

~Now if you saw these in the city, you might think run down~

~But in the mountains you would think~

~One of a kind!~



~When can I move there?!~

~Whoa Baby!~


~What a view!!~

~I'm packing my bags and moving on up!!!~

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Lazy Sunday Morning

Out for an early-morning bike ride. One mile coasting down the mountain and then one mile struggling to get up the mountain.

Phew, I’m outta shape!

Of course I had to stop along the way to snap a few photos.

~I never seem to run out of photo ops~

~Good Morning My Lovely Bergen Park~