Great Oct. Conference and Chalk Art

David and family came up for October General Conference weekend. The grand kids enjoyed chalk art on the patio.




Kira has a special talent in chalk art.

Jordan had to also get in on the activities.

Nicole is especially talented in art and photography.

Great day for everyone. I'm glad I took photos of their art because the next day it rained and washed it all away. GREAT MEMORIES. I'm glad I documented it.

26 - year Girl friend Tradition to Yellowstone

First let me say that something was not right with my camera so all the photos are blurry. But at least you will get the essence of our trip. The first night we stayed at Ludean's cabin in Afton WY. Christina and I have made this trip for the last 26 years. We decided a few years back that Ludean also needed a break from her challenges at home.

Ludean and I. She is a fun lady. But she needs, now and then, a refresher course in how to enjoy life sometimes.

Of course Christina loves to cook in the outdoors. So we buy the food and she cooks for four days, every meal. She really is creative in utilizing everything she prepares...and it saves us money by not eating out.


More Buffalo photos. This one came right up to my window. LuDean kept saying, "Roll down your window!!" I just couldn't do it....You never know what might happen.


They have recreated these old yellow tour buses. They are so cute..they are an enact replica of the old motor tour buses of the early 1900's.

BAD NEWS!!! Our beloved George was not at the piano at Old Faithful Lodge. We found out that he had suffered a stroke and is now in a nursing home. We will miss him greatly. He was the BEST...and really famous. He could play anything and he had on his cart on wheels hundreds of song books. It just isn't the same without George at the piano.
Warning of bears BUT we did not see even ONE.


The earth and beneath is trembling, burping and belching...spewing out hot steam everywhere.

We friends LOVE Yellowstone and I for one need the rejuvenation of its sights and smells at least once a year. It really sinks into my blood and provides yet again happy memories of one of the most unique places on earth.

My Beloved 2011 Garden - It's all about COLOR!

When I plant, grow, water, and sweat in my garden in the early morning hours just at sunrise, I think of my dad. The memory of him always in his garden of vegetables, or among his flowers, will forever be etched in my mind.

When I reach into the earth to plant the potatos in the early spring, I think of helping dad "drop" the baby sprouted potato heads in each hole and remembering that each sliced piece had to have at least three "eyes."

When I view the sweet peas perfuming the early morning quietness, I think of my dad.

In every inch of my garden, I think of him...his love for color, texture, brightness, boldness, delicateness, beauty of produce, reaching and reaping every vine, I wipe tears from my eyes and thank the Lord for a father who loved what I now love.