Road Less Traveled
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Today I did this:
After mixing up the flax seeds, lavendar and cloves, I stuffed the muslin bag I had sewn and then sewed it shut.
Then I stuffed it into the sack I had knitted, finished up the closures and test-heated it. Spiffy new heat pack!
Sunday, July 08, 2007
We went for a long ride today with some friends, and some people we didn't know, down to the shore, and then took a boat ride out amongst the Thimble Islands. It was a hot and sunny day, perfect for riding the bike.
When I came home tonight, I found this waiting for me
Bubba and Boy had baked a cake from scratch, and then made buttercream frosting, from scratch. And then the two artists, Bubba and Miss Julia decorated it with buttercream flowers - so beautiful, so sweet! I feel very blessed.
Friday, July 06, 2007
Doing things differently . . .
I don't usually come out and ask for specific things for my birthday - I'll drop a hint if I see something I like, before my birthday. Throughout the years, those hints, (for some reason I have as yet to understand) have never been heard.
This year, I did something different. DH asked me for a birthday list (something we always have the kids do) and I actually grew some balls and sent him a list of several things, asking him to get me just one of those things.
I was surprised, and grateful, to receive all but one item from my list:
I am really enjoying reading through my books and I haven't taken the earrings off since I got them. I feel so spoiled!
Today was my birthday, so Boy, Bubba, DH and I began the day with a hike up to Squaw's Peak and Devil's Pulpit. Last night, intense thunderstorms with heavy rains and strong winds swept through, so there were many areas of the trail which were washed out. Along the trail, we met many of these little guys
Once we reached the summit, we lay across rocks on for a while, chatting and resting from the rather steep ascent. The view was spectacular, the sun was warm and a light breeze cooled the sweat on our bodies.
In the distance a storm began to build and we headed down the trail once we heard thunder. We made it all the way down and nearly back to the Blue Elk before it began to rain lightly. Once we got into the car it began to pour. Did I tell you - Bubba named her car the Blue Elk, because trying to drive the old blazer is rather like trying to ride an elk - it wants to go its own way.