A windmill marks the grave of a rancher.
I mentioned the local cemetery in my last story, but plan to write a full article about the place in the near future after interviewing some of my neighbors.
I uploaded a little photo album you may enjoy.
A long-horned beetle decided to visit the dust-whipped glass door of my sun porch this morning:
Click my monster bug for a life-sized version!
Long-horned beetles love fragrant, moist rotting wood, which would accurately describe my sorry sun porch. Time to look for the worst of the studs, to grab my circular saw and overalls. My son Martin, age 10, named our new friend with the six-inch antennae "Chester." I'm just gonna call him "Trouble."
Marty, on the left, acted in a Harry Potter skit last Friday Night near the stroke of midnight. What a ham! In the play, he had just taken a sip of a foul-tasting magic potion.
Captions, please!
I had company from out of town over the past week. It was a hectic but good diversion, good push into what should be a fun, gentle summer. The boys and I took in a double feature at the Fort Union Drive-in last night, and as they laughed at the surfing penguins I leaned back, watched the Milky Way snake overhead. I asked for a sign, for comfort, but the stars gave away no secrets. I liked the lack of response.
Guitar class has ended for the school year! Caption my students!
We're heading into the school year home stretch. Since the next couple of weeks will be filled with a huge list of obligations, please enjoy these photos from around town... 'cause I may not have much time to write:
A cafe on the Turquoise Trail, complete with peacocks
Headed up Hermit's Peak
My campout with the fourth and fifth grade - my tent is the one furthest away
A couple miles outside of town
We're getting 6 - 8 inches on top of our Spring buds today. Sigh.
I posted more photographs of my little piece of America.
