Boys on a Bike

Two little boys on a bike together. Happy as can be no matter the weather. They must have someone to be safe, a tether. One's mom is Sarah the other is Heather.

We went to the Red Iguana for a birthday dinner as per our son's request. The ratings and reviews are off the charts. Besides it was featured in Diners and Dives by Guy Fiero. Because it is such a busy place our wait was an hour, but the boys didn't mind. There was plenty to play on. The only problem was the North Temple road just inches from the sidewalk. Someone had to stand guard to make sure these two little friends didn't try anything crazy. Their favorite thing was the Trax train that went by every twenty minutes.

Better than the Experts: Wait He Is the Expert

Are you enjoying this year’s free fashion show? It beats any New York or Paris line, you know. Blooming trees lined up in their prom dresses. Whoa! We invite them to stay longer. Please, don’t go! Every direction we turn the flowering trees are loaded with blossoms. They are so packed I wonder if there is room for one more. Are they saying, "Move over! I got this branch." The soft pastel colors are the prettiest eye candy ever imaginable.

This fluffy pink makes me crave a raspberry shake. You know the famous ones, from up at Bear Lake. So let’s plan a fun, time-off August break. If you come, too, we’ll throw in some birthday cake.

God is the expert creator of beauty. There is no one better. The Fashion Week from famous cities and designers are ugly in comparison to these creatures. Thank you for eyes to see and beauty to behold.

Seeking the Savior this Easter

Lord, I Would Follow Thee by Daniel Beck --- Savior, may I learn to love thee, Walk the path that thou hast shown, Pause to help and lift another, Finding strength beyond my own. Savior, may I learn to love thee? **** Every day we be celebrate our Savior’s gift. ---When we find ourselves in an unexpected rift, ---We could continue grumbling or be miffed, ---Instead reach out to accept His precious lift.

Who am I to judge another When I walk imperfectly? In the quiet heart is hidden Sorrow that the eye can't see. Who am I to judge another? Lord, I would follow thee. *** Savior, may I love my brother As I know thou lovest me, Find in thee my strength, my beacon, For thy servant I would be. Follow thee *** Savior, may I learn to love thee, Follow thee. Lord, I would follow thee. Daniel Beck***

---Thank you Daniel Beck & artists for your inspired words. ---Oh, that we could make music like the birds. ---Often we jump on the band wagon of hurt in herds. ---Instead seek Jesus plan to calm us like whey and curds.

Purse Perfection

Who uses a good reliable purse? To carry your things, it's a stand-in nurse. Sometimes it weighs you down. What a curse. Going without it would be so much worse.

I use the same black practical purse most of the time. When purse styles went wild, I bought a few, but came back to the old standby. Last week I saw a lady with a navy and striped one. I was in a workout class, but ran out to ask her where she got it. It was a gift from her daughter-in-law and from TJ Maxx. I went to several and even other shops, but came up empty handed. Amazon had it for $225. A little out of my price range. Guess I'll have to stay with my old trusty friend. Yup!!

Moments of the Snow Moon & Me

I love the full moon and have envied those that get perfect photo shots of them appearing to be holding the moon in their hands and other ingenious ways. This week I took a few shots of my own. They aren't super creative, but they are my original shots. Then posted this poem.

Ah, the full moon at just the right spot Will make a perfect basket, hard fought, Teeter on top of a pole, or not; And enhance the beam of the Temple when caught.

There were outdoor basketball standards all over the neighborhood, but not one in the right spot at the right time. This one was promising until I realized the roof and tree were in the way, but you get the idea anyway.

I could have centered the moon on top of the pole better. In fact it just looks like a street light, but I know different. Next month, maybe a little more creativity will turn it into something spectacular, if it isn't already cool enough as it is.

Up Where the Air is Clear

The valley has been cold and polluted all week long. Above it all the skies are blue and the air clear. I grabbed my skis and went up to enjoy the morning in Millcreek Canyon. I haven't made it up there since last year, so I was a bit shaky on the skis at first. When there's snow in the valley, I ski in the parks and along the Jordan River.

But today, it's the canyon to test my skills. The snow was icy and slippery, but up, up I traveled. Some guys along the way, asked if I wanted them to take a picture. I said, No, but then, changed my mind and they snapped a few. I was even upright. In fact, I didn't even fall once. Not to say that I didn't come close a time or two. Instead, taking it really slow and easy, onward I trekked, stopping now and then to look at the blue, blue sky. Who needs a broken bone at my age? There were more dogs than people, but we all got along great.

I made it to the top where the outhouse sits, many trails converge and road veers to the right. I snapped a selfie, with the trail sign in the background. The last section to the top, was really steep and few hikers got that far. I chickened out and took my skiis off before going down, because of the icy conditions and knew I couldn't make it without a tumble or two. At a safe spot the skis went back on and I flew the rest of the way down.

"Time to go up where the air is clear, To breathe and ski. It was dear. What a lovely day and time to cheer. Because, better weather is very near." It felt better than if I had flown a kite, up where the air is clear, because the atmosphere was amazing. Maybe you should try it, but go early. It gets really busy after noon and parking is scarce.

Stuck in the Muck

Oh, what a mess we are in. Visibility is poor and there's more.

This week’s air felt like wading in dirty dishwater. I wouldn’t advise it for a friend, son or daughter. In the mountains the air is pristine and hotter. This place isn't even suited for a sea otter.

The valleys of the Wasatch are swimming in muck. The dirty air is getting worse and now seems stuck. It's caused by fires, congestion, cars and truck. A brisk wind would blow it away and bring good luck.

Driving east to the mountains one discovers a whole new world of clear blue skies and mild weather. Looking out over the valleys, a gray cloud has dropped onto the cities down below. Soon the winds and storms will come, then we will enjoy clear skies again. I think I'll take a ride up yonder hills tomorrow.