Gone South...

St. George, Winter Fire School 2019. 

Good learning, good times, great people. All right said, dear sweet Fred.

 

 

 

 

Even saw Cousin AJ!

 

Marching on to Something New.

...But things keep growing as long as there is heat, light, and a little bit of water to keep body and soul together.

We have our own space, we have the sky and earth, and  we have the planets beyond the sky-what else would anyone want or care to hope for?

All of these and the hope contained herein, of course.

 

Mid-Winter for the SpringTowne Area

 

 

Middle of winter, temperature wise and lack-of-light wise, but as far as we're concerned, none of  that really matters. Time advances, passes, and little bits and pieces, especially those stuck between our teeth, remain to keep our attention for as long as we pay just enough of our attention to it. 

But what is it that keeps it running, ticking and pounding our little bodies to dust? I'm not sure. I know it runs on whatever keeps this young lad moving and dancing to whatever music sounds.

 

 

 

 

A happy birthday was had by this other energy-driven lad, his eighteenth so far. The Seventh of January comes and goes again.