Sunday, August 30, 2015

Ianto's Swinging and Anwyn Took Me Out to Lunch!

It's usually best to leave two-year-olds to their own devices. They come up with good material and ways to keep themselves happy and occupied.

Happy Anwyn took me to Zona's for a burrito lunch. That's good times and needs to be repeated often.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Breakfast, Work and the First Signs in August

Here in the Gulch, Summer shows its first signs of weakness toward the end of August. Mixed emotions, indeed.

We're not always OSHA certifiable, but we get the job done...

Saturday, August 22, 2015

 Out past Little Pigeon Hollow is Pigeon Hollow. At the head of the hollow is this fine oolite hill. I get to pass it often on my way to work in the summer, though I'm not sure why I don't go out that way much any other season.

Another good afterburn, post thundershower.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

The Way- A Bit of Poetry

The Way

The way things have gone,
timeworn men and women are keepers at favor’s gate-
with grass green and gold, a view onto a valley with good gravel roads,
it’s these elders who need show perspective,
usher children’s color to new dawn
and rinse freshened rain from orange clouds.

But the way things are now,
those elders are mostly distracted with a predator’s lust for youth-
and with their glimmering rings, real estate, and brand new ovens
(used briefly only during the holidays)
any rain received will quickly run down concrete gutters
toward some foreign sea.

This, the way things will be-
long walks in January snow,
wrathful, aloof and icy with
an intermittent, blind sun in full view to the south.
All the while, our true stock lies just underground,
silently, wisely, reliably outlasting winter’s grey.

Still, the way things have always gone here
and most everywhere above the thirty-fifth parallel
shadows and light will sway like political conscience,
as clear-eyed lovers remain above the fray.
The way will endure, open to seekers
and those petulant enough to become their caretakers-

timeworn keepers at favor’s gate.

New Bike and a Dragonfly

Asher got his first new bike today, and as the proud new owner of a new bike, I predict it'll be left out in the rain in about, oh, three days.
Oh, but he's happy and trying to treat it well now- if anyone can do it right, it'll be Asher.

Saturday, August 15, 2015

The Swallows' Spring Town Return 2015

In an annual occurrence here at the Little House on the High Desert, the swallows have hatched out and fledged another three chicks. It's always good to see all of the birds in the community come out to help them out of the nest.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Progression of the Summer

Harvesting the first turnip, floating around and hanging about on shore at Palisade, riding the loop with Tor. This summer's going by like a mouse escaping an old lady's broom. 

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Out to the Desert

School is out (for a week, at least)! We ran south toward the Waterpocket Fold for to get far away from everything we see and do everyday.
Far from the summer we feared with no green or water, all of the juicy thunderstorms brought up by what we affectionately (though inaccurately) call the July-August southerly monsoons have made the desert flow and bloom with water.
We stopped in Boulder and ate good food and enjoyed speaks all along the long trip.
We got in after dark, and though we wished we were under the stars out in the desert, it was good to be home with our screaming children.

Monday, August 3, 2015

Rain and Grass

Another good wetting over the past couple of days- and along with that, a look at one of the doors previously on the old Spring City elementary school... Love that right angle chipping action.

There was a bluegrass festival in town over the weekend, too, and that always brings in good people to participate, even if some spectators are less than desirable.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Father's and Son's Outing!

One of the things that this town does right these days is combining the three wards in Spring City for a father's and son's campout.  We're not a big town, so the division between wards can be more of a wallbuilder than a way to organize and manage. It was good to hang out with good people along with some avoidance of the usual 'churchy' types who just sat and talked about business and money, predictably.