Yes, time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping into the future as Steve Miller so eloquently sings to us. Here it is … three days into February, 2019 and I feel a bit overwhelmed with the loss of time. In an article by Matthew Jones, he listed 20 brutal truths about life that no one wants
Selfish me, sometimes I just want… A wood burning fireplace A view of the mountains from my front room Someone to curl up with at night Homemade sugar cookies with frosting A sleepover with my friends in a mountain location To lie under a dark sky, with a new moon and count the stars Wine
In September 2018, a friend introduced me to the music by Maggie Rogers. I fell in love and returned home to find as much of her music on youtube.com that I could locate. Last week she was the music act on Saturday Night Live. I was thrilled to see her there. In looking for her,
Winter came on Sunday. It was a good day to appear – snuggled down in the coziness of my warm walls, I only ventured out because I wanted to. And I did it in my time frame. Oh to be so lucky! During my walk, I let the cold air
There’s a great hike in Fort Collins that is not too strenuous but the reward at the top is the view of Horsetooth Reservoir. Today the temperature was about 38 degrees with a mild wind blowing. The sun was shining and the sky was Colorado blue. I listened to some podcasts along the hike (Bill
Since the Peaches posts was added, I’ve taken a few more trips. At the end of August I went to Syracuse, NY and while I was there, I attended the NY State Fair which is held in Syracuse. I went twice and loved both experiences. The weather was really warm *HOT! and HUMID! and every
When I am in the library or other shops and see posters with events I want to attend, out comes my camera and I snap a handful of images for me to use as reminders. They are good, however, when a piece of paper is taped to the date, it’s really hard to ignore.
The weekend offered a rainbow of melodic choices to soothe the soul, bop to the rhythm, jive with juice and get creative though our senses. It was a festival that honored music and musicians. And it was a gift to our community.
Time to see family via my van – so off to the west I head. Towards the heat. Towards the smoke in the air due to California fires. Toward my family. I enjoy the 15 hour trip with an overnight in any state except Utah. Books on tape. Music on cd. Silence and beauty. It’s
Moose were not always part of the landscape. In fact, according to Colorado Parks and Wildlife … “In 1978, state wildlife experts transplanted 24 male and female moose from Wyoming and Utah to create a breeding population in North Park and provide hunting opportunities.