Summer Fun is the best fun. This post covers a backyard music fest, tubing the Provo River and multiple hikes.
When we recognize someone is suffering, it's easy to accept them and have compassion.
However, twice in the past week I have felt impressed to take the 4 mile drive to Utah Lake. I was not disappointed either time. The first visit, I came across ice fisherman and on today's visit, I found the broken ice sheets at sunset.
Some of my best photos of 2020.
They kept asking and asking about going to the beach. I kept telling them that this was not the time to go.
I can't believe this was 5 years ago this summer. I took my children on a vacation through Florida and this happened at a hotel pool. I knew this type of thing happens, I just didn't know it could happen in Florida of all places.
Two of my daughters, Yana and Riri, decided to join for dinner on the mountain and then they went home and left me all alone on the mountain. Of course, I was totally groovy with that. Although, it would have been great if they stayed.
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