Writing gives me another
excuse not to clean house.
Home !
We've been on a road trip for two weeks. Last night we drove I-84 over Cabbage Hill (Blue Mountains) and stopped to look at the last 45 minutes of road to home.
Beautiful shot! I figured you were gone..I was getting a little worried about you..hope you share some of your travels after you rest up! My brother called on Thursday..he said that was the day that summer arrived because it was not raining and it was 75 degrees, that was south of Portland:)
As much as I love to travel, it's always good to come home. Which is why I refuse to consider Danny's idea of someday selling our house and buying one of those big RVs to live/travel in. I don't need one of those monsters to travel (there's no way I would drive it!) and I want to always be able to come home to rest and get ready for our next adventure.
Ah ! that's why you disappeared from Blogworld to drive through patchworks. The Blue Mountains are usually very beautiful if I remember well ! Home sweet home ? Yes maybe it's true, lol !
When there is an inversion and the fog rolls into a shivery valley it is both dangerous and breathtaking. Walking on the gravelly path seems stable, but even the small twigs that stick up around the edges grab onto the moisture and create little artistic ice crystals. a male house finch adds a spot of color! After a few days of this wintery chill, a warm Chinook wind blew in. It was probably pushed ahead of what the weatherman called an "atmospheric river" which drenched the west siders way beyond seasonal norms. It is forecast that Christmas will be warm and no white stuff falling. At least not here. **** May there be moments of peace and hope in your hearts as you celebrate this holiday. Hug each other. Feed the birds ****
Our Fun Monday Host this week is Molly, Return of the White Robin . She requested that we share a fond memory of childhood and some pictures. There are very few pictures of my childhood. There are, however, many memories. Little snippets of sounds and smells raced through my mind today as I tried to find a trail to follow. I jotted down many that I hoped would provide me with an idea for today's assignment. Then, I realized that these little bits and pieces are part of the jig saw puzzle of me -- of who I am. You don't have to put them together, but I think you'll see the picture. Childhood Memories The chorus of frogs from the pond in the lower pasture that lulled us to sleep on warm summer nights. Catching polliwogs in the creek that disappeared several pastures over into a foliage camouflaged ravine. The distinct sweet smell of new born kittens inside a barrel in the fruit house The hunt for the elusive Tiger Lily in the open fields, and the pungent s...
Quirky Lisa (Lisa's Chaos) is today's Hostess with the mostess quirks. She used the following instructions to enlighten us about today's topic: A quirk is defined as a peculiarity of action, behavior, or personality; mannerism. We are all unique individuals, having quirks that help make us who we are. I would like to know what your quirks are. Confess to one, confess to ten, you decide. Just come back Monday ready to spill the beans, the rest of the world may look at you like you are from Mars, but you‘re among friends here. We won’t laugh, in fact that eccentricity just may endear you to us more. Well ...I'm being as quirky as Swampwitch today. I'm sorta following the rules, and sorta not. Instead of hearing about my boring quirkiness, you are being treated to an old story about a quirky cat. * * * * Daggett was a cat with very odd behavior. I like to think she channeled my monthly mood swings. But, her excuse may be that her head was slightly injured in a c...
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can't wait to hear more about your trip (o:
Glad you had a safe trip Pamela and can't wait to hear all about it!!
Home sweet home ? Yes maybe it's true, lol !
You're fortunate to have a place to call "home". I finally found mine. Took me 39 years!
And yes, there is no place like home. :) Welcome home... I hope you greatly enjoyed your trip!