By reading my blog you give me the opportunity to do the work I love, that is talk about life and its various aspects.
I know, wandering around is one of the things I do best, so I thank you for respecting my voice while I do it.
Why wish on white horses? They give us hope.
I’m a seeker, and I figure that you, being here, must be one too.
They say we didn’t come into this life with a manual on how to live it, but what if in our wanderings, we find one.
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