Thirty-Seven Wishes



We went on an adventure for this Thanksgiving that we had been wishing to have for the last thirty-seven years. I was hoping for more snow than the little sprinkling we found as I had taken a photo back in 1978 that was a snowy sunset across the valley floor. (I must take that slide in and have it put on a disk.) This is what we found instead.




Yosemite Valley Floor

Be careful what you wish for. The valley was there and had a nice heavy fog nestled amongst the trees. Look closer; in the shadows. The Pines in the valley are dying. The colors you see there are not deciduous trees, but dead Pine trees. Dead, due to drought, and the Pine Bark Beetle. It was an amazing sight but it left me sad and that is why I must get that old slide in a more printable format.


Icy Mornings

We would get up early every morning and go out for a walk. It was quiet and there wasn’t hardly anyone else out walking. The trees, fallen leaves, and grasses were sparkling with tiny ice crystals. It gave us a true feeling of just how close we live to the availability to reach out and touch some of the most beautiful parks in nature.


Enchanting Walk To Mirror Lake

I’m glad we were able to go and spend the holiday in Yosemite but, truth be told, we missed our family and time spent around a table with familiar faces and inside jokes. We won’t miss it next year. I hope you all had a memorable Thanksgiving, just the kind you had wished for. 


Only One Week To Go…..


I know it may seem funny, but I am really looking forward to Thanksgiving this year.  The world seems so foreign sometimes, to what I remember it being just a short time ago.  I have found myself counting my blessings in recent weeks and wondering too, about some very simple things in life.

Last Flowers of the Season

Last Flowers of the Season

  I wonder where little animals go when it is terribly stormy outside.  I then feel blessed that I am safe and sound in my surroundings.  There are so many people on this planet that are lost and displaced.  I need to remember them and with that, feel grateful for all I have.

This is Where the Little Bugs Hide

This is Where the Little Bugs Hide

Thanksgiving is at my house this year.  I can’t wait for my young adults to spend time together and find more memories to share.  Life is about these shared times.  It is these simple pleasures in life that I love so very much.

We Don't Think of Turkeys as Being Colorful

We Don’t Think of Turkeys as Being Colorful but They Are

I hope all of you have a blessed Thanksgiving.  It’s only a week away!