Monday, October 5, 2009

Vacation - Day 6

What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.


  1. I was told that a friend is a kiss from an angel.

  2. Love that picture. The deer are lining up to make friends.

    Still looking.

  3. Cute pic, hope the vacation is going well and you're getting some R&R.

  4. This made me think of you:

  5. Wow. I've had them in the back yard, but none have come right up to look in the windows yet.
    And what's that funny white stuff all over the place?
    (there are some things I don't miss about the Midwest at all)

  6. I'm surprised that you didn't have a comment about this on Monday.

    The abbreviated documentary BBC Two aired is a fun nostalga trip. I'm not sure I could sit through the full six parts, but if you are a die-hard fan, pester your friends who have access to IFC.

  7. Ahh. Golden. Son #1 was a scholastic stud. He was overwhelmed during his Senior year with all the attention that comes with a 99th percentile math score on the ACT. Literally hundreds of letters that because of a deep run into the state baseball playoffs, and a super cute girfriend, he didn't want to deal with. I conspired, I admit it. In collusion with the dean of admissions at the Colorado School of Mines in Golden, I steered him away from Dartmouth, Yale, MIT, Cal Tech, and others, and right straight into a big fat scholarship in Golden and an unmatched petroleum engineering degree. Now that he's firmly ensconsed in a killer bachelor pad high above the Pacific, overlooking Ventura, Ca. I often wonder what will pull me back to Golden. Maybe trains? Definitely not the Coors tour again. I'm envious Brigid, the Front Range of Colorado got hooks into me during his 4 years there and I miss it. Glad you are there. steve

  8. Great photo! Living here in the great Sonoran Desert, we occasionally get a flurry or two, and in fifty years I remember a time or two when we actually ended up with accumulated snow on the ground, usually after a late season thunder storm. Everything melts quickly and the desert turns to mud, but everything smells so good when rain falls on the desert and the creosote bushes, so it all balances out.

    We live in a "bedroom" community west of Phoenix, and in nearly five years, we have seen coyotes, bobcats, all manner of wild birds and rabbits, and there is a story that a family of mountain lions comes out of the near-by hills and follows the Agua Fria riverbed into civilization to feast on tasty cats and small dogs. In the early morning hours, we can sit out on our patio and listen to the coyotes barking to each other while they look for that morning's rabbit or quail.

    And the best part is, we are rural enough that the evening breezes carry the perfume of alfalfa fields and cow pastures and memories of times so long ago when we would visit my uncle and aunt on their Indiana farm.

    Never had deer show up at the back door, but we do get regular visits from the feral cats that live in the neighborhood storm drains.


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