This little rainstorm and the one before lasted for about 10 minutes. We are having a nice Indian Summer, don't need the heater and don't need the cooler. Papa has gotten our new heater up in the attic and we are hoping for another week or two of not needing the heater. Papa turns 54 next Monday (6 Oct) and we are going 4-wheeling somewhere. Tomorrow we head out again. Life is good.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
an unusual rainshower
This has happened at my house twice this year - it rains up the street but not down the street. Check out the video.
Fall Jewels
Gold and silver, amber, topaz, rubies, emeralds, peridot, diamonds, turquoise and sapphires.
We went 4-wheeling up American Fork Canyon yesterday - up past Timpanogos Cave and left toward Tibble Fork Reservoir. The afternoon sun shining through the leaves made them glow like jewels. Like a thousand little neon Christmas lights. The little lakes seen from high above on a trail were unbelievably vivid. I tried taking pictures, but they simply do not do justice to the memory. Timpanogos Peak seen from the north side still has glacial packs of snow on the rugged granite sides of the basin. The aspen trees below it were a carpet of Fall. It brings to mind the poem we used at my daddy's funeral services on the Mogollon Rim in Arizona in mid-September, 1992:
The wonder of the world
The beauty and the power
The shape of things
Their colors, lights and shades
These I saw.
Look ye also while life lasts.
(from an old gravestone)
We went 4-wheeling up American Fork Canyon yesterday - up past Timpanogos Cave and left toward Tibble Fork Reservoir. The afternoon sun shining through the leaves made them glow like jewels. Like a thousand little neon Christmas lights. The little lakes seen from high above on a trail were unbelievably vivid. I tried taking pictures, but they simply do not do justice to the memory. Timpanogos Peak seen from the north side still has glacial packs of snow on the rugged granite sides of the basin. The aspen trees below it were a carpet of Fall. It brings to mind the poem we used at my daddy's funeral services on the Mogollon Rim in Arizona in mid-September, 1992:
The wonder of the world
The beauty and the power
The shape of things
Their colors, lights and shades
These I saw.
Look ye also while life lasts.
(from an old gravestone)
Friday, September 19, 2008
magic berries
Grammie has learned not to hand to a grandchild any wild berries found growing along the trail. Even if I know what they are. However, I can take as many pictures as I please - nothing potentially poisonous there! Here are bright red rose hips, and something else that is a lovely fall orange. Finally, there is Laurel's future hometown of Monroe as seen from Monroe Mountain on the Piute Trail.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Painting the front porch steps
Paint the color of terra cotta milk chocolate. It looked like chocolate syrup druzzeling on the cement. I fixed the crumbling cement of the steps last week, so it was time to finish the job. There will soon be snow on my front porch steps. The weather is cooling down, the fall leaves grace the mountain sides, and I'd rather be 4-wheeling up Butterfield Canyon road. I am NOT looking forward to another winter like last year, when the snow drifts became so high that driving to town almost felt like a trip down an icy canal. Like drifting along a levee with ice sides instead of mud.
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