Fall is definitely in the air this week and someone reminded me the important thing about that is it reminds us “you know what” will be here soon. It seems a good time to plan ahead for a productive winter, not waiting until we are wondering what to do next.
I did it, friends, aided in no small part by your continued thoughts and prayers, and a friend’s help. I camped in a tent at Pike’s Peak State Park, near McGregor, Iowa, the night of Monday, Sept. 8.
I attended an Albert Lea Audubon Society program recently. The presenter was Darcy Sime of Alden who did a wonderful program on photography. Darcy has had photos in all three "Capture Minnesota" books.
It’s like icing a cake with your hand, they say, and you practiced that wave aplenty when you were young. You never knew when you might find yourself walking down a long stage with roses in your arms and a crown on your head.
August was a busy month for me and part of that was due to the fact I had the good fortune to take two different trips. The first weekend of the month, my family celebrated my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary in Dubuque, Iowa, and during the last week of August, I was invited to join my brother and his family on their summer vacation in southwestern South Dakota.
It was two years ago – Sept. 5, 2012 – when my world turned topsy-turvy. A face-first and front-side-down fall of 26 feet into rocks and four inches of water – plus a stroke after surgery was performed in the hospital – started me on a journey I really wouldn’t wish on anyone.
Each time I go for a walk, I see something I’ve never seen before. A backyard is an exotic realm.
The time has come for garden ripe tomatoes. I love the colorful cherry types you can pop into your mouth or the sliced ones served plain or embellished with a bit of basil.
A trip to the corner store started it all. You said, “Go for a ride?” and he nearly exploded. That’s his favorite thing, which makes it your favorite thing and right then, you weren’t sure which moved faster – your vehicle or his tail.
On this last trip to California, my cousin described the experiences they are having in cleaning out their mom’s house. She handed me a folded up piece of paper. “I don’t know if you even want this, but I saved it for you.
I just returned home from spending several days in South Dakota with my brother and his family. When they had returned from their family vacation last year, having visited the southwestern part of that state, I mentioned I had never been that far west nor had I had the opportunity to visit Mount Rushmore, see the Badlands or any other destination between here and there.
There I was – in pretty bad shape in a bed at Mayo Clinic’s Saint Marys Hospital. It was around two years ago.
Ten wild turkeys strolled through our yard as my wife and I ate dinner. There were two hens and eight poults. Male wild turkeys provide no parental care. Newly hatched chicks follow the female, who feeds them for a few days until they learn to find food on their own. As the chicks grow, they band into groups composed of several hens and their broods.
When you’re packing for a big move, it is important to take a break now and again. And what could be better than a trip to California to help forget the work? Especially one on which I make money!