Sunday, May 29, 2016
Saturday, May 28, 2016
8 Years Ago Today
So Facebook has the feature now that will show you everything you posted on that day in years prior.
Apparently Google Photos is now doing the same, as I was alerted to this photo taken 8 years ago up in Aspen at the Blues, Brews, and Barbecues Festival.
Apparently Google Photos is now doing the same, as I was alerted to this photo taken 8 years ago up in Aspen at the Blues, Brews, and Barbecues Festival.
It had started to snow during Marc's set but the crowd didn't seem to mind at all. This was back before he got wise and started charging for meet and greets. We just hung out at the side of the stage until he emerged. The good ole days. We met him in early beard stage, post-boy-faced Home days, but long before the long red beard he's achieved now.
Ali's Last Day
last night Nick took Ali to a Rockies game and as they were leaving, I shouted, "a photo would be nice!" So she sent me two!
and it turned out to be free hat night!
This morning we stopped by the Home Depot to get my annual Memorial Day plants that I attempt to keep alive through the summer.
Have I mentioned it's baby bunny season?
In the Home Depot garden area, this little guy was quite happy with the selection.
And since Nick discovered it was National Hamburger Day, Sam persuaded him that he should try Bad Daddy Burgers. (And yes, they had a vegetarian black bean burger that was quite tasty.)
From there, we headed for the airport. This cool mushroom cloud was along the way.
Bye, Ali :(
More cool cloud photos from the drive home:
Back home, I finally gave the baby aloe vera her very own pot since she's been scrunched and squished underneath her mama for way too long. Now they look like they are hugging since being separated.
This summer's crop include an Ivy vine, a Blue Spruce Stonecrop succulent, Columbines, and, in front, some Impatiens that do well on in the front porch shade. To the far right is the only contender returning from last year, the begonia (not currently flowering) that Marci sent me for my hip surgery, now nearly 16 months old and not dead yet!
Despair
Despair
So much gloom and doubt in our poetry -
flowers wilting on the table,
the self regarding itself in a watery mirror.
Dead leaves cover the ground,
the wind moans in the chimney,
and the tendrils of the yew tree inch toward the coffin.
I wonder what the ancient Chinese poets
would make of all this,
these shadows and empty cupboards?
Today, with the sun blazing in the trees,
my thoughts turn to the great
tenth-century celebrators of experience,
Wa-Hoo, whose delight in the smallest things
could hardly be restrained,
and to his joyous counterpart in the western provinces,
Ye-Hah.
~ Billy Collins
Thursday, May 26, 2016
5/26/16 Snowy Mountain Drive
So Nick and Ali and I took a mountain drive today up to Mt. Evans. The weather said it was going to rain in the afternoon, so we thought we would be ahead of the storm. Not so much.
Normally, you'd be seeing mountain ranges far off into the distance . . .
it was hovering around 36°
we were able to get a bit of a view down into the valley
Echo Lake in the gray
the snow/hail/graupel along the trail
not too many folks up here for lunch. Just the tables along the windows had people at them and the parking lot was mostly empty. The view below.
the view above
Nick went for the buffalo burger, Ali the made-from-scratch chicken pot pie
pie time!
and a few more stops to play in the snow on the way down
and a stop or two for little bitty waterfalls
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Baby Bunny Zoomies
In the weird world of Google photos, this appeared in my cloud, despite not having taken any videos. Apparently the couple of shots I took from the kitchen window were auto-stitched together. None of them came out terribly clear because, as animals go, bunnies are on far the end of the spectrum in terms of fast.
unblurriest of the bunch
It's not been the best week for the babies. Sam found one dead, but whole, in the yard. Evan found another, dead and partial, as well. A third was rescued from the basement well last night. 'Tis the season.
Sunday, May 22, 2016
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