Monday, February 1, 2016

The Wind is Blowing

As I sit and write this post today the wind is blowing outside and the sky is grey. Yet it is a peaceful, quiet sort of day; almost as if the clouds are muffling the sounds around us.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

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The sunset as we walked out of Mass tonight.
Just two weeksago the sky was totally black when we left church.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Today we took a “Sunday Ride” reminiscent of being little, sitting in the backseat, and heading out down the backroads in what we called  going for a ride in the “country”.

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The scenery and especially the clouds are
beautiful as we drive.
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Clouds fluffy and white against a blue, blue sky.
In the bottom left they almost look like feathers.

So many wonderful green fields.

The Saguaros standing tall
on a beautiful day in the desert.

Later we took a ride on Salome Highway and turned off onto a road we had been told by our neighbors we could find a couple of abandoned mines.

Two mines we stopped and looked at.

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I love how, even here in the desert, the green peeks
out between the rocks.

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The black stones form beautiful lines
of contrast on the mountains.

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More clouds some with the sun glowing through.

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The wind was getting stronger towards the end of the day.
Just after the sun had dropped behind the mountains and
the sky along the horizon looks hazy and brown.

Monday, February 1, 2016

Out our living room window the
palms are blowing in the wind. 

Out the dining room window earlier
we had some blue sky peeking out.

Looking West the sun is trying to come through the clouds.

Now I am going to hit publish and make Tom and I a cup of  Hot Choco Late Cappuccino it is that type of day. To our family and friends in the North stay warm. 

“Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.”
—John Muir, Our National Parks

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