Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Remember When.....

Gas prices sure have increased a lot, this picture was taken at a gas station that closed about a year and a half ago in Wenatchee. How I wish the prices we thought were so high back then were still around today, just imagine....

Dirty Dirty Face

Here is a little blast from the past, maybe soon we will do this again



Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Home sweet home



There's something special about returning to the place you grew up. I recently went back to my parents' house in Dryden which not so coincidentaly happens to be where I grew up. I took a ride on the four wheeler and admired the spring beauty of the orchard and hills around me.

I love springtime, and I love home.

One of the things about spring in the orchard is that bees are brought in to pollenate the bloom, this only lasts about a week. It just so happens that the weekend I decided to visit coincided with the time that bees are pollenating the orchard. Upon seeing the bees, I instantly remembered my first bee sting and when I remembered the bee sting it triggered other old memories. I guess that's what makes visiting home so special, the memories are always there in my brain, but there is a connection with the environment when I visit a familiar place that draws them out, and takes me back to another time.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Round-about winter


By Pat Higgins and Armando Avila
I like winter.
When it gets cold outside mom makes hot chocolate.
Whenever I drink hot chocolate,
I like to put whipped cream and sprinkles on top.
The sprinkles remind me of the fourth of July.
I like summertime too.
When it gets hot outside mom makes sweet tea.
She always sweetens it with sugar.
Sugar reminds me of snow.
I like winter.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Sunset






















In air high above
On wings not quite like a dove
Creation lies below
As time ticks rather slow


I sit in silence
Eyes glazed as if in a trance
Wondering wondering how
And I think about it now


The sun ever lingers
I feel the touch, her fingers
Outside is cold
These memories old

What a strange world we live in.

This caught my eye as I was browsing through the news.

I though it might be interesting to share....




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