Bluebirds

This winter has been full of dark days and trials. The lingering snow and the death of two of my friends, one of which I was very close to, has caused the dark days to be darker. I was so upset when I looked out the window to see it snowing again, I was so frustrated. Then, suddenly, we noticed a flock of desert bluebirds flying around. A couple landed on the wall just outside the window, and another in a squaw bush behind the wall. The beauty of the blue birds against the white snow brought joy to my heart with the sign of Spring. The hope of a long awaited Spring is finally upon us.

A Warm February Day

Jessie and her boys came out to Needles today to enjoy the 53 degree weather. We went hiking and, well, some took a nap. I always love this spot. Enter through the archway and you will find all kinds of neat things. This is the last of some of the snow areas which is melting quickly. Hurray.

This is cave spring. The Fern is looking okay but it's very pretty and green in the summer.

Jessi checking out the berries. Do you see the creature looking down at her. The lighting is just right that there appears to be a faery or another type of fantastical creature, hanging from the cliff, looking down watching her pick the berries. To see it - it may help if you have seen the faeries created by Brian Froud. It's not your typical walt Disney sort of faery.

This was taken by the old cowboy camp.

We asked the twins to go look for Bobby, Kenny, and Lindsey, who had taken off on the cliffs, so excitedly they ran up this cliff but I had to stop them to get a picture.

So we are by the cowboy camp right... do you see the cowboy? I didn't notice it until I blogged the picture. Pretty wild eh. The cowboy (with out a hat) is the lighting on the rock wall to the left. He is sitting with his leg outstretched. He has sharp features, wearing glasses, and his cloths are striped. Maybe I just thought of a cowboy cuz we were near the cowboy camp.

We really enjoyed them being here today. The boys had a hard time being confined to the trails but boys will be boys.

In Memory of Captain Phil Harris

The Deadliest Catch has been one of mine and my husbands favorite shows. Captain Phil Harris was our favorite captain. We will always remember him.

It Runs in the Family

After e-mailing back and forth with Uncle Ross I realized that the music thing runs in the family. I remember when I was young Ross would come to Grandma Low's house and practice with the band he was in. I totally loved listening to him. Today I was telling him about my new instruments (which are down below) and he told me that Aunt Karma bought him a new amp and mirchrophones for Christmas, and sent me this picture. Music was always a big thing in our family and so was football, Grandma Low Loved football. Anyway, Ross was always a way cool Uncle and still is. I told him I need to go up and play with him one of these days.