Rain and Mud

Sunday Morning

Look at the clouds. It's beautiful.

However, I feel rain or snow coming.

Denielle and Miss violet snuggling. It's

a chilly morning.

Lilli and her passy

Smart girl. Even she knows where to keep her

hands warm at.

Questen you look so happy.

This picture doesn't show it very well but

there is black mud to his knees.

Questen says it's cold enough that

he froze solid while running.

Its moments like this one when we all think

"Ahhhh hell!" thus, the reason this canyon

was named.
It poored and Poored and yes it even hailed.

Did I mention mud?

There was mud.

Black mud.

Had we tried to leave Sunday we would've had

to turn around and go back.

The roads were washed out from flash floods.

This is Monday morning after the roads had been regraded.

In between gushes of rain we made a mad dash for home.

Roses

Roses hold a special place in my heart,

I get it from my sweet grandma Gardiner.

At each of the houses I've lived at I've left

behind beautiful roses.

Sigh...

West Jordan was a yellow peace rose.

How I've wished each time that I

would have dug the poor babies up

and brought them with me.

I bought this one pretty much dead at

the first of august and it's doing the best.

- Picture from the past-

Almost time for hay again.

Man! I need a new camera.

I know it's early, but Santa if you're listening...

I've been sorta good...

Besides, look at that awful picture!