“I have seen enough ups and downs throughout my life to know that winter will surely give way to the warmth and hope of a new spring.”
-President Dieter F. Uchtdorf
Happy Birthday Jillian!
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Saturday
This moment…
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from our lives.
A simple, special, memorable moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and keep close to my heart.
If you are inspired to do the same–leave us a link in the comments.
Happy weekend everyone.
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Dueling Skies
I swear to you that winter and spring are duking it out right here in our very own yard. No lie–we woke up to this lovely blanket of snow, but by lunch time…
It was as though it had never happened. So I put on some nice, springy capris…you know, to take advantage of the lovely sunny day.
Big mistake. While we were out, an odd thing happened.
Bare legs don’t take too well to all this white stuff.
Then, a nice comfy breeze blew all that coldness away and I could actually see the brave strawberries…amongst all those…ahem…weeds. Off with the sweatshirt and on–again–with the capris…
Or not.
Perhaps it will just be best to just stay curled up indoors with a good book until Mother Nature makes up her mind…
or chooses a winner.
I hope she’ll let us know.
Sheesh.
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Festival of Colors
Dane and his pal Tyson spent the afternoon at the Festival of Colors in Spanish Fork.
All I can say is…
wowwww.
Well, ok, that’s not all I can say.
Apparently, the way this event goes–is, everyone in the crowd has small bags of colored powder–not sure what it’s made from…maybe we should look into that–
and after a long, dramatic countdown, everyone tosses some of the color into the air in lovely, brilliant bursts.
The colors mix together on the way back down and turn the air gray and smoky.
Then, of course, the craziness begins and everyone starts throwing their colors at each other—kinda like a paint ball attack…
only with dry, colored powder. I asked Dane if he could even breathe, and he said, “Ummm, I don’t know.”
I don’t know?!
Yeah, now I’m REALLY thinking about that mysterious powder…in their eyes…in their ears…in their mouths…in their brains.
Very scary indeed.
Yeah, I’ll be on the lookout for any sign of odd or peculiar behavior from these nut jobs.
More so than usual, I mean.
~sheesh.
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Who’s In Charge Here Anyway?
Obviously not us…
or this wouldn’t be going on–let me tell you.
Or this.
And I’m pretty darn sure those willow branches are not suppose to be touching the ground.
So the bald kid and I trudged around making little cardboard Barbie tents out of old boxes…
to shelter my newly planted petunias.
And they promptly got buried.
Be brave little flowers.
Just as soon as we humans are in charge again–Spring is certain to come.
Though I can’t prove it.
“What power shall stay the heavens? As well might man stretch forth his puny arm to stop the river in its decreed course, or to turn it up stream, as to hinder the Almighty…”
Ok, ok…I get it.