It is Tuesday morning. My Monday and Tuesday mornings are meant to be reserved for writing and blogging and organizing my thoughts. Some weeks, that gets interrupted by other things to be done. Today is the best Tuesday in a while. We are both at home in Ohio. Suitcases have all been unpacked and laundry basically caught up. This is a day meant to focus.
And here is my favorite, years old rose, urging me to center, focus, come to the center with Christ, unfold as I am meant to do.
So a few more photos in the front flower bed and I am back at my desk, praying for words to inspire and challenge you and, most of all, words to honor my Lord.
These with keep blooming with or without my observation. May we bloom to always bring honor to Christ.
We were going to drive to Grand Junction, but Bob decided we were too early to check in to a hotel, so we drove on the Arches National Park and then to Green River. What a long, exciting day.
The drive from Fort Collins goes down towards Denver, then across the Rockies via I-70. This follows Glenwood canyon along the Colorado river. The mountain pass at Vail is 10,603 feet. We saw things that were too far to photograph and new to us. Like not just exits for skiing areas, but actual snowboard courses with people flying down them. Have seen that on TV, but cannot imagine actually DOING snowboarding, or skiing for that matter. I have never been known for my coordination or sports prowess. Ramps and ski jumps and things that amazed me, people willingly riding lifts to the top. I am also not a fan of heights, so there is that wonderment, too!
We saw signs for Aspen, Beaver Creek, Vail, Copper Mountain, Breckenridge, Arapahoe, and Keystone, all famous ski areas that we had never visited, but often heard about on news and sports channels.
Years ago we took our children to the west coast from Ohio on the Amtrak. The train followed parts of this same road. We were delighted to see the tracks and confirm our memories!
And such terrain change in one day! Huge mountain peaks, national forests, the glory of the mountains with snow, without snow, river canyon, tunnels, scenic overlooks and then on towards the Colorado plateau of eastern Utah with dry, rocky terrain anywhere from 4,500 to 6,500 feet in elevation at Arches.
Bob had to climb alone as the day was wearing me thin energy-wise. He made it into the big arch.
On our way to our hotel we agreed there were almost more landscape/environmental changes in one day than we could comprehend. Sort of sightseeing whiplash 😉
We also agreed the next day NOT to make such a long day again on this month-long journey.
When I first planted Poppies on Danny Drive we needed a new roof. The roofer accidentally planted his ladder right on top of the plant. That was the death of that poppy. Last year I planted three starts or whatever you call young plants. Two made it through the winter. Look at part of the poppy yield!
These remind me of the paper flowers the kids used to make in grade school!
Cut they last a few days in the house, but one got too hot in our car yesterday and was baked and wilted by the time we delivered it to our daughter. ;-( Maybe I will try to take her another one this week before they are gone!
While we were traveling the daffodils all continued to bloom out and finished before we returned home. The purple columbine had begun before we left. They are in full swing now! I am writing this May 7, 2019 (more photos will follow in days to come).
I was excited to see poppies I planted last year finally coming to life! I’ve been watching 3 Buds from my office window.
And then on closer inspection this morning, NINE buds! I can’t wait for these ;-D
You are likely tired of my garden tour. Suffice it to say the monarch caterpillars will have an abundant crop of milkweed to chomp on this summer. The oregano wants harvesting. The phlox is almost full blown. The purple iris (or as Mom would call them ‘Flags’) will open this week.
Fort Collins has a neat district called Old Town. Found these two sculptures there that made me laugh out loud. So descriptive of some of my friends and I. Instead of making lemonade, “You Might As Well Dance!”
Only wish I had taken a photo from the other side where her petticoats showed! ;-D
And if in Old Town for lunch you might as well have a cold one, too! Mine was the stout, in more ways than one!
We had a free morning and decided to take a short drive that our friend Betty had suggested. We were not disappointed! The Poudre River Canyon was cold but lovely. There had been a couple of inches of snow the night before, so everything was crusted with white.
The cold morning was gray and the higher the car climbed the thicker the snow became.
And there it was! One of my favorite photos of the month long journey!
I don’t always realize what will be my favorite until the adventure ends. Here it is!
Thank you Betty for the heads up! As the day went along it warmed up, snow melted and the majesty was as if it had never happened.
I do not photoshop my photos. Occasionally I crop them and perhaps adjust the shading, but I leave that editing to others to perform. The rocks were seriously changing!
Our first glimpse, and I mean a fast glimpse, was leaving Cheyenne. We were 5.7 miles from the Colorado border. Half an hour later, there they were! We saw places to pull over and put chains on vehicles. Did not have any and thankfully did not need any. We were amazed at how the weather cooperated with us this entire trip! No big storms, (they were either behind us and over when we arrive places.)
We entered through the Fall River entrance at 8,240 feet. Drove past Sheep Lakes, West Horseshoe Park, Deer Mountain trailhead. At Hidden Valley we had to turn around because the road was still closed due to wintery conditions. About 9,000 feet and I was feeling ill. We got out to take photos and I had trouble walking and was dizzy. At the Beaver Meadows exit, 7,840 feet, the elk were posing for us! I was relieved to get to a lower altitude.
We mostly chose to make memories. This is a wonderful National Park. Often wish we lived closer. It would be fun to explore the seasons there, but not so much the summer crowds!
I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip— he who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The LORD watches over you— the LORD is your shade at your right hand; the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. The LORD will keep you from all harm— he will watch over your life; the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.