Here we are back, Grandson, Joyce, Beach. No white horses, but that's where we started so we will stick with it. However, now it is time to do something other than wish. It's time for action. When you've reached a plateau, jack it up to the next level. Here we're jacking it up.
Celebrate! Party hardy. Now whatever you want to do, go and do it.
Monday, May 12, 2014
Iris and Bubbles and Weenies, Oh My
We're going that-a-way across the Upland Prairie, across the iris field and into the woods--aka forests of Oregon.
An Upland Prairie will be claimed by the forest--or blackberries, if not kept open as my son-in-law has done by keeping it mowed.
A Trunk Sprout. This Madrone tree was caught in the forest fire last year, and look, it is making a baby.
When son-in-law builds a weenie-roasting fire, he goes all out.
Too hot to handle.
Roasting a weenie from beneath a space blanket.
Blowing Snake Bubbles
This is so cool. Cut the bottom off a water bottle, cover with a sock, duck tape it securely, dip sock in a solution of 2 parts water 1 part #Dial Dishwashing Soap, blow into drinking spout of bottle. Viola' bubbles, strong enduring bubbles. Be sure to blow, not inhale.
Catching the fire updraft.
Bubbles flying high
And bubbles on the ground.
Doggie gets a weenie too.
This was my most relaxing mother's day ever. I hope your's was glorious. Joyce