Wordless Wednesday

Nothing Much to Say . . . But I'll Say it Anyway

It's been a cold spring in the Rockies. We get occasional days of sunshine, but most of those were accompanied by wind. But the flowers are perking along and making life more enjoyable. I know I take pictures every year, but I just can't resist. The daffodils are especially great this year - many new varieties DC planted last fall.











































It's supposed to be very warm this next week - like our usual turning from winter into summer overnight - we'll see!


The new header picture was taken by DC with his new panoramic capability - we took advantage of one of the sunny days. I had some fun with my camera, too, but I don't take as good shots as my photographer husband. Based on the amount of snow on all the peaks, we'll be having good reservoir amounts this summer.




















Many folks have come out here on vacation, driven by this spot on the lake on their way up to the mountains, and decided to move here lock stock and barrel.

On a totally different note, Miss Katie loves playing hide and seek with Grandma.

My sister and I have fun finding good books and sharing them with each other. She found this one - has anyone read Room by Emma Donoghue? It's the story of a young woman who was kidnapped at age 19 and hidden away in a 12x12 room for 7 years, giving birth to two children by her captor, one of whom survives and is a 5 year old boy. She did a fabulous job of teaching him and keeping him healthy under horrendous conditions. I don't know if she had Jaycee Dugard in mind when she wrote it, but that's the first thing I thought of. I don't want to give anything away, in case you'd like to read it, but I just loved this observation after they were "outside" for a week or so.

In the world I notice persons are nearly always stressed and have no time. Even Grandma often says that, but she and Steppa don't have jobs, so I don't know how persons with jobs do the jobs and all the living as well. In Room, me and Ma had time for everything. I guess the time gets spread very thin like butter over all the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there's only a little smear of time on each place, then everyone has to hurry on to the next bit.

Kevin will be home two weeks from tomorrow for a couple of weeks - preparing with Angie for her move to Maine. A friend will fly in Memorial Day week-end to help them drive their things on the long journey. This is a huge step of faith for them - faith that she will find a job once she is there. She has had such good interviews by phone, but it isn't the same as being there. Please pray for them - this is a mammoth move!

Some Random Catching Up

Springtime in the Rockies - kind of a joke, kind of bi-polar, kind of a hoax. Every year I hope it will really be warm and beautiful, but every year the flowers faithfully come back, the birds sing, but the weather is very iffy. We usually get snow in March sometime, but this time it was April 13 -- the evening of the 12th, we were treated to a lovely, soaking rain, badly needed. In the morning - we got up to this.

By late afternoon it was down to this --

The week before, we were fortunate to have a nice day in between wind and rain and cold, just enough time for us to watch this going on -- necessary because of a long-forgotten hail storm.

The littles enjoyed the day as we sat and watched the workers. They can make a game out of anything, using sticks, eating utensils, pieces of toast as toys.

The tulips enjoy the sun or the rain, and were beautiful this day, before the snow.




DC planted several dozen bulbs last fall, tulips and daffodils. We're anxiously awaiting the arrival of new colors and shapes. We were surprised by this unusual daffodil this week --

Last Saturday we were blessed with one of those sunny days, just in time for our church's annual Easter Marketplace. We go back to 33 A.D. and many people in our church spend their morning creating an opportunity for children and their parents from all over the neighborhood to visit in a village reminiscent of Jesus' time.

They also set up a wonderful egg hunt in the gym for the children, who can get as many of the 4,000 plastic eggs, filled with a treat or toy, and enjoy opening them and recycling the eggs for next year (if they remember to turn them in - ours brought home quite a few this year). For some reason Emma found it "scawy, Grandma", while her sister Katie enjoyed the hunt.

Some random shots --

The twins being "princesses" in their Winnie the Pooh blankets --



Helping Grandma cook ---



Katie's first official drawing - ghosts! Kinda pale, but hope you can see them.



On a totally different note, I want to share Care Bear's poem, which her teacher has entered into a contest.


What My Family Means to Me

My family is special,
They take care of me!
If my family was not here,
There would not be me!
My family helps e with things that are hard,
My family for sure makes me feel like a superstar!
They help me, when I am sad,
They make sure that I am glad!

My brother and sisters, without them,
I would not really have any true friend!

Without my brother bothering me,
It would not be fun!

When I have homework and I cannot do it,
My mom would help me get it done!

When I am bored and I have nobody to play with,
My sister would step up and do it!

My baby sisters are so cute,
And when I am bummed,
They're the ones I look to.

My bigger brother,
The one who is funny
When I want to laugh,
I want Anthony!

Clearly, without my family,
There would be no happy times!

I find it very interesting that she wrote so much about her half brother, whom she rarely sees.