AUG 26 : 238/365

“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; and that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life.” -John Muir

AUG 11 : 223/365

"My dear young fellow," the Old-Green-Grasshopper said gently, "there are a whole lot of things in this world of ours you haven't started wondering about yet." -Roald Dahl Sometimes the tiniest things in nature fascinate me the most.  Take this grasshopper that I happened to find on my front porch today.  As it turns out,... Continue Reading →

JUL 16 : 197/365

Almost every person, from childhood, has been touched by the untamed beauty of wildflowers. -Lady Bird Johnson Don't you just love it when you plant something and it actually grows?  I'm loving my tiny little wildflower garden right now.  At 10'x10' she's is small, but she is mighty!

JUN 29 : 180/365

Imagine a multidimensional spider's web in the early morning covered with dew drops.  And every dew drop contains the reflection of all the other dew drops.  And, in each reflected dew drop, the reflections of all the other dew drops in that reflection.  And so ad infinitum.  That is the Buddhist conception of the universe... Continue Reading →

JUN 24 : 175/365

O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! #Colorado  #home      

APR 29 : 119/365

Here, in the garden at night, it is another world, strange and yet friendly and familiar, never frightening. There is such quietness, such sweetness, such refreshment. Close your eyes.  Breathe in again, smell everything mingled together, flowers and earth and leaves and grass. Smell the night. Listen. Nothing at all. Silence, rushing like the sea... Continue Reading →

APR 25 : 115/365

What is heaven? A globe of dew Filling in the morning new, Some eyed flower whose young leaves waken On an unimagined world; Constellated suns unshaken, Orbits measureless, are furled In that frail and fading sphere, With ten million gathered there To tremble, gleam and disappear. -Percy Bysshe Shelley

MAR 29 : 88/365

In the spring I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours. - Mark Twain So far this week: Sunny and 70's Rain Snow Sunny and 50's Sleet Thundersnow (it’s a thing…) Snow Sunny and 60's Rain Graupel (it’s a thing too…) Snow It must be spring!

MAR 27 : 86/365

Winter is not going down without a fight. Yesterday it was 'summer in light and winter in the shade'.  Today we woke up to winter everywhere... and despite my giddy anticipation of spring, I cannot help but be held breathless by its beauty.

MAR 22 : 81/365

She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead.” - A.A. Milne Well it's only March 22nd... and this is Colorado... so, no, winter probably isn't really dead.  But today's sunny skies & 70 degree weather sure made it fun to pretend!

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