I can tell you that Relia's garden, her life and her legacy, has brought forth some of the most delicious and beautiful fruit possible. So many of us, including myself, have blossomed as a result of her tender sowing and thoughtful care. And now in her passing, she leaves a bounteous harvest that has the silos of love overflowing in a bounteous bumper crop of abundance.
On a sunset hike, Stensen sits in the tall grass and contemplates the end of the day You may know that Stensen, my son, lives in GA. He generally comes out for a visit in summer and during Christmas. We love having him here sooooo much. Today he left to fly back home and I … Continue reading A Stensen Buck Visit
The "diamong ring" moment in the eclipse I had heard talk about the amazing total solar eclipse for over a year, pretty much since I moved to Utah and started going to some of the Utah Valley Astronomy Club meetings. It was there that I learned it was best to be in the "viewing path" … Continue reading Solar Eclipse in the Land of Spuds
This is going to be another long post. It is covering my happenings during my Christmas trip to Utah. The view of the mountains from the BYU campus. While I was in UT only the week before, my trip again for the Christmas holiday was absolutely fantastic. I was able to be there the 22nd … Continue reading Christmas 2015 UT Trip
Over the weekend I decided to go through some of my old CD-roms. I was looking for music and I found a treasure trove of old digital content including pix, video, and personal and work files. I reviewed the content of about 30 CD-roms and started copying them to my external hard drives. I … Continue reading Digital Dusting Off
Since the weather was so wonderful today, Harrisen, Elias, Sara, Ellie and I decided to go the river at a nearby state park. There was lots of trash all around the river, but nonetheless, it was still fun working our way up to the water and under the bridge. We also enjoyed a walk through … Continue reading Day at Funky River
The Johnsons are a family with four children. They live in a very modest two bedroom home in the heart of their town. The railroad tracks are two blocks away and the trains can be clearly heard all throughout the night and day. 343 Bertha Road was not the prettiest place, but it was their … Continue reading A Christmas Story (and NO, not that one)