Frustrated. Cannot figure out how to make this thing look good. But a beautiful  

spring day after too much winter has inspired me to put make a change even if it is wrong. 

The blogger 'help' doesn't help me. Wish I could just create this in InDesign and post.

 Anyway - it's spring, at least for a few days.

good reading

thank you ancients

Thank you, ancients, for giving us so many of our Christmas customs of today.

As the sun diminished, many thought the world was waning.

But evergreens grew; thus, we have Christmas trees.

etc.

I welcome the shortest day of the year

welcome the return of sun

welcome winter

hope for snow or rain or both

wish all a joyous Christmas

celebrate family

celebrate the gifts of nature

celebrate the coming of a new year

the sun has set on the longest day of the year

new beginnings tomorrow

'tis the season

Auntie B (Patrick's name for Brooke) decided it was time to make Christmas cookies.

Patrick helped roll them out, cut them, and decorate them.

Auntie B is very patient.

Patrick wanted the dough, not the cookies.

He takes after Grammie.

The only reason to make Christmas cookies

is to eat the dough - of course!

Merry Christmas everyone.

welcoming the season

Papa, Josh and Patrick welcoming the new season

at Christmas tree lighting - and fireworks.

Patrick watched and watched

and then the big bangs - those that just make noise

started.

He put up his hand in the stop position

but kept watching even though

the sound was disconcerting.

Let this wonderful season begin

and be in the hearts of

each and every one of us.

Feel so lucky to have this new heart,

new eyes,

new soul,

to share Christmas with.

thankful

Many mornings this is what greets me on my runs.

It's the little things.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

Better late than …

I tried to post these right after I took them.

Blogger had it's own ideas.

I got frustrated and haven't been back here since.

But now - some family Halloween fun. 

it appears Blogger is at it again and will not put

in sequence I want - beginning to end -

but I'll post anyway!

the final product

Oh, this is supposed to be the last photo - Patrick Trick or Treating.
Why is blogger so weird!!

Patrick loved his little pumpkin.

pumpkin hunting

So it was Sunday and time for a visit to the pumpkin patch.

Patrick spotted the mechanical bull.

Ride. Ride. Ride. Ride.

He was mesmerized and that's all he could say.

Auntie agreed to take him.

She screamed and laughed a lot.

He held on like a trooper.

And then it was time to choose pumpkins.

He chose one. Then two.

And then just kept piling them in my wheelbarrow.

We decided he was collecting them like eggs from laying hens.

We let him choose two.

Next up will be the carving.

Love Halloween.

high hopes

 Found this little guy one morning in the Virgina Creeper that hangs from the gazebo.

He was working away on the web,

and each day I would go out to check on him.

One day the web was a mess.

Had a bird eaten him? In subsequent days, the web was repaired,

damaged,

repaired.

mr. spider was busy.

The web is gone now.

Still think I can learn something about stick-to-it-tiveness

a family outing

My little family drove up to Lake Tahoe to see the Kokanee spawning in Taylor Creek.

These are landlocked salmon, born in Taylor Creek.

They swim to the lake for some life, 

then back to Taylor Creek to spawn and die

The circle of life.

the lake is beautiful in the fall;

an outing with the family is the best.

Here they are in their final beauty.

the guys have hooked jaws; the gals turn flashy red and green.

 Grandson Patrick mugs for the camera.

Auntie Brooke, Uncle Perry and Papa look on.

 Patrick and his dad, Josh,

after hiking to the lake's shore.

 Can't get enough of this little guy, standing on the roots of a fallen Jeffrey pine.

 Patrick's mom & dad on the left

Auntie and Uncle to the right

Grammie

desert in fall finery

The trees are still green

the roses are still blooming

the rabbitbrush is welcoming fall in it's autumn finery

it's plentiful

it's beautiful

… and it's the desert's ragweed

can't have everything

3 generations playing

It was after seeing a fun movie - I Don't Know How She Does It - and me, 

my daughter and granddaughter headed to

Target to buy stuff.

This is how we buy stuff…

and be silly…

and enjoy each other.

This is the fun of being

a mother 

and

a grandmother.

fall comes to Spanish Springs

It's 90 something.

I'm babysitting grandbaby Parick.

He's pooling it on the first day of fall -

but I do have some blooming flowers

though planted in summer are fallish colors

They won't be in this pot long.

It's the only fall color I have in the garden

and it's coming in the house to say 

WELCOME FALL!

ooops!

soon to visit me inside

sharing

No photos, just some inspiration from an artist who I follow and I want to share. Her site is 'An Artists Journal,' and today she emailed to her readers photos of stacks of papers she has created by painting, collaging, weathering, etc., and she later uses these in her work. Take a look. She also suggested going to The Altered Page, http://thealteredpage.blogspot.com, where an artist named Seth Apter has started the 'Paper Stacks Project.' He's invited anyone and everyone to take photos of stacks of their inspiration and send a link to him. And there are dozens of people who have done that. Going through those links is just plain fun - and inspiring - though many of them are way too neat. lol. Take a look. Have fun. Happy Wednesday.

just ridin' my bike

If you've followed this blog at all, you know I post cloud photos.

I love our sky - I love the magnificence - I love just watching.

As I was riding my bike through the neighborhood, these clouds 

stopped my feet on the pedals.

The first one looked like the cloud would swallow the houses below.

I was riding towards the other two and couldn't take my eyes away.

Better to shoot an iPhone photo

than crash.

I only wish that you could see what I saw.

But I think you get the idea.

saying goodbye

I'm a hanger-on. Not going to let go of summer until the 23rd.

Autumn is my favorite season,

but I haven't had enough of summer -

ours has been so short.

Already mess the easy evenings - sun up so late 

that you feel you have forever to get so many things done.

Miss the warm, easy nights.

I'll get there - to autumn.

Our crisp mornings are drawing me in.

about two feet of love

Sweet Patrick. The family picnicked at the Sparks Marina

Patrick was there when we arrived. He saw the Kayak and was ready to go,

memories of last week's camping sharp to him.

We carried him in the kayak to our picnic spot.

He emptied the kayak of everything.

Then he rode with his Auntie Brooke on her SUP.

He's getting brave - wants to hang feet over,

touch the water,

lay down on his tummy with his hands underneath his chin.

Love.

A granddaughter, a grandson.

Their parents.

A kind, patient husband who loves his family.

Celebrate. Give thanks. Everyday. 

Past & Present continued…

And then it was time for Burning Guy - it's our version of the Burning Man

celebration that happens every year at this time in the Black Rock Desert, Nevada.

We prefer water by our sand, so we stage our own - Burning Guy. 

We aren't arty, but Josh, my son, builds the guy - 

put together with dowels, no less, rather than nails.

Must have inherited that talent from my dad.

So this is how Saturday ended.

Ah, the pre-burn celebration. Son, grand-niece, granddaughter and two more grand-nieces.

Josh, pouring on the gas…

No, we aren't odd worshipers - this really is our little version

of the big Black Rock Burning Man - look it up. It's pretty famous.

Maybe some of you are there now - they burn the man this weekend.

Move to Sunday morning. That's me with some of Corgis on my SUP.

The two in front are Brooke's; the one behind me is my young one

Frieda. Stella was on shore watching the crowd. 

I was trying desperately to stand up with moving Corgis.

I am still a beginner, after all.

It was a great weekend. We're planning a few trips for next summer.

Having this reservoir to camp on is one of Northern Nevada's gifts.

Past & Present

Last weekend was a camping weekend. Haven't been to Lahontan in years. My kids were young, my parents, sister and brothers-in-law were alive and camping was a family affair. So many memories - haven't been ready to return to the once happy scene. But I ventured out this weekend - with my daughter's family, my son's family, their friends and family. Photos tell some of the story…

 Saturday started with Brooke (my daughter) and Patrick (my grandson - son of my son) building sandcastles. Later, as Brooke and I took to the water with SUPs, Patrick had fund smashing the fortress - he's 2. 

He likes building and breaking!

This is an evening at Lahontan. 

It's in the middle of a desert, water left over from and ice age ocean that covered Northwestern Nevada. 

For many, it's charm is an acquired taste. It's sandy, dirty, hot. 

Get past that - camp in the trees, nap in the heat of the afternoon, 

put your volleyball net in the water. 

Swim, SUP, kayak - it's a lake made for water play.

It actually wasn't until the first evening that it all came rushing back. Why I love Lahontan.

My creative energy returns. The dry, sandy, mountains glow in the sunset.

Clouds become a Monet painting.

My mind soaks in the space - forgets all the negative.

I breathe deeply - I feel like writing again. I feel like I can write again.

I'm not sad for who is not there.

I'm happy that I still have a family I love to be with.

More to come tomorrow - our Burning Guy fun. Stay tuned.

headin' out

This is what we're doing this weekend - playing. Leaving in about an hour for Lahontan where we'll stand up paddle board, kayak, play volleyball, nap and read. It's a weekend at the lake. Shown above Patrick and his Aunt Brooke - my grandson and daughter. Ya'll have a great weekend.

Not yet. Not ready. It's only one Virginia Creeper leaf, but it's much too early to start showing color. I'm hanging on to the ease of summer. Not yet. Not ready.