
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
My Last Week With Jake

Monday, July 20, 2009
The Penultimate Weekend

Jake has officially been accepted to grad school in Oklahoma. The countdown has begun and so has his attempts to get as much done before he leaves as he can. I'm sad he's going to be leaving but it's hard to be depressed when you're having so much fun. It was his penultimate weekend and it was packed! I'll just stick to the main things we've been doing and leave out all the little ones. It began on Friday when we visited the Springville Art Museum. They still have their exhibit up "Sagebrush Pinion and Pine" which we both wanted to see as well as their new sculpture garden which was finished just 2 weeks ago. The art was all great and we stayed till they closed. The sculpture garden was cool, but I think their signs need a little work already. I don't think they're outdoor friendly.
On the way home there was so much traffic so we decided to drive The Alpine Loop...and then we decided to pull out to look at the view...and then we saw a trail...and that was that. The wildflowers were amazing, the weather was perfect, and we just couldn't resist even if we only had flip flops on and no water. I lost my shoe once while bushwhacking back to the road but I found it and miraculously we didn't get any poison oak. Jake did get a tick, but he caught is before it burrowed in.
















After we all got home from the river, Jake and I took out his parents quads. I've only ridden one once about 6 years ago, but I did ok... and Jake did donuts around me. We went all the way to the top of the mountains behind his house. We saw the sunset, a great view of Utah Lake, and then we saw some big gray clouds full of lighting and headed home. On the way back we saw deer, rabbits, a rattlesnake, and a bunch of poorwills. We tried to watch a movie when we got home but found that after 3 hours on a 4-wheeler we were unable to hear anything with our ringing ears so we called it a night.







Sunday there was a big celebration family dinner for Jake going to school. Later we took one of the quads out again but this time Jake drove and I just rode behind him...and this time we didn't see the big gray clouds full of lighting till it was too late. I've never been caught in such a crazy rainstorm. We were racing down the mountain in the mud trying to keep ourselves as low as possible. By the time we got home our arms were covered in welts from the rain and we looked like we'd been swimming in our clothes. (luckily I didn't have my camera with me. It'd have been toast) At least we made it home safe. Lighting struck in the park right next to us as we sped past and we were screaming all the way home. His whole family was on the porch watching for us when we pulled in. It was an exciting end to a fun weekend.
Less than 2 weeks left and only 1 more weekend... I wonder what we'll do next...


Mission Impossible








Thursday, July 16, 2009
Before and After - Updates From My Garden

Eightball Zucchini
Tomatoes
Green Beans
Peas
Peas don't make it inside at my house. There are strict rules that they must be enjoyed while standing in the garden. This before and after shrapnel picture makes me miss my dog Cindy. She liked peas as much as I did, which was kind of a problem sometimes when she would eat an entire plant, but she would have enjoyed cleaning up these pods for me.
Shrapnel
I even got some flowers! These are from my front yard and I love the way they look in a vase.
Hydrangeas
But...as usual, there is always bad news along with good news. My charitable neighbor has continued to mow my lawn for me and although I did manage to get him to stay away from my herb garden after the cold blooded massacre, (which is slowly recovering thanks to some replanting and lots of rain) he did come a little too close to the lavender plants with the weed whacker and has killed my dancing frog. I know I'm a little young (and sane) to be having lawn ornaments and garden gnomes, but the job of the frog was to keep the hose out of the lavender when I pull it around the corner, and apparently it was also to keep the weed whacker out. He was successful but in the words of Abraham Lincoln giving the Gettysburg address, the frog "gave the last full measure of devotion". I will miss his perpetually happy face in every season...
Martyr
But I don't want to end on a sad note so back to the garden... like I said, already too many zucchini for one person. Anybody want one?

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