This is a crazy week of non-stop stuff going on! Destruction, construction, people gone, license renewal, emissions test, banking, write, write, write, eye pre-op, you name it, it’s happening this week. Next week, is my week of “ahhh,” a writer’s retreat in the mountains. I truly can’t wait, not that I won’t feel good about getting all of this other stuff off my plate, but yeah, I can’t wait.
My grandkids are growing up wayyyyyy too fast. How does a person slow down the merry-go-round? I was thinking the other day, how much I would love to take the four grandchildren off to some place where we could hike and fish and ride horses, like the lodge my parents took me to every summer, all the years I was growing up. The problem is – the grandkids are scattered over three states and getting them together is extremely difficult right now. Maybe when they are older? But then they start having different ideas of what is fun – and grandma might not be included in that! Oh well. Age old problem, I know.
The colors were great this fall. The mountains are past their peak, but here in town it is beautiful. I so love the burning bushes and red maple trees. The baby aspen trees I planted out front are turning yellow for the first time, last year they just turned brown and fell off.
Lost and Found: Okay. I know it’s not a hurricane, but boy the wind has blown for the last two days, depositing an army of leaves that do not belong to me in my backyard. I know they aren’t mine, because I don’t have a single solitary deciduous tree in my backyard, only spruce trees. If you perchance are missing some leaves, please come get them. They are yellow, purple, red, and orange in various shapes. There won’t be many left on the trees after this wind quits howling.
and so it goes…