Please Don’t Go!

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She’s like summer, racing by

Summer, please stay!  I realize many parents welcome the return of school.  But as for me, I’m not ready.  I need more of this…

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A swim in the Salmon

and this…

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Girls of Summer

and this…

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Lakeside dining

and this…

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Mountain bike rides on the Long Valley Rail Trail

and this…

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Handfuls of wildflowers

and this…

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A cool dip on a hot day

and this…

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Spotted fawn twins

and this…

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Ice cream cones that match your dress

and this…

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Rafting 

and this…

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PJ hammock time

and this…

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My little crafter

and this…

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Tiny toads 

and this…

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Morning campfires

and this…

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Beautiful butterflies

and this..

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Bare feet, canoes, fishing…

Reluctantly, we wave goodbye to a wonderful summer and say hello to a new chapter in our lives.  We miss you already summer, thanks for the memories!

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Bye summer!

xo

Firewood Run

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Nez Perce National Forest (on a cool misty morning)

There’s a hint of fall in the morning air.  Smoke from the Pioneer fire occasionally drifts into town and the crickets start up in the evening.  Some people never experience waking up early, while it’s still cool, and driving into the mountains in search of dead trees to harvest.  Luckily we grew up collecting firewood and now Alice is too.  Granted, she spends most of the time in her tent watching movies and playing.  My sisters and I would have much preferred that to working when we were young.  I asked my parents many times if I could please go make cookies, anything to save me from hard labor.

Now I like it.  There’s something about the smell of the woods, the sound of chainsaws, and the feeling of satisfaction that comes with a load of wood.  And just like Henry Ford said, “Chop your own wood and it will warm you twice.”  I hated that quote when I was a kid but you can bet I’ll be reciting it to Alice.

xo

Dogs of Our Lives

It’s weird not having dogs.  After all these years we find ourselves without them.  It’s not all bad, we can leave town and walk around in our yard with less forethought.  It does mean that all the other dogs in our lives get extra love.  I reserve the right to hug on all the dogs we are lucky to know.  And I find it sweet that the lives of our dogs overlaps and intertwines with ours and the lives of our friends and family.

Dogs Gone By…

 

Dogs of Today…

I had a dog
who loved flowers.
Briskly she went
through the fields,
yet paused
for the honeysuckle
or the rose,
her dark head
and her wet nose
touching
the face
of every one
with its petals
of silk
with its fragrance
rising
into the air
where the bees,
their bodies
heavy with pollen
hovered-
and easily
she adored
every blossom
not in the serious
careful way
that we choose
this blossom or that blossom
the way we praise or don’t praise –
the way we love
or don’t love –
but the way
we long to be –
that happy
in the heaven of earth –
that wild, that loving.
-Mary Oliver

*we miss this kitty too

xo