Camille has her own sunflowers and flower garden.
Spectacular! She has to pick those weeds so there
is no interference.
Boulder is still Boulder.
The wind was strong enough to
break limbs which fell down almost on
Tracy's car. The sand whips up.
It was very green.
We drove up Thompson Ledge with Steve
in his four-wheel drive..marveling that we could.
Anslem, the artist, the photographer (60 books) and singer..
my recording artist said he was getting a dvd done for Anslem,
that he is well-known in Germany. My!
Dinner was hot and ready -enchilidas and salads and rasberry shortcake..
delicious! And the Brigham tea bush was there reminding
me of tea made in tin cans while we looked for deer mice. (cute)
We sat across from (Cheryl help!) who have moved to Salt Gulch.
I told them I was born there and he laughed out loud.
"Camille's Mother" and I are living history.
And the wind whipped. And the wind grew stronger.
Rather than kill the actors with falling poles and canvas
the play was called. Oh sad!
The Gods (and Raymond) spoke!
We will hope this play is picked up and
we have another time to go...before...
Boulder at harvest time looks busy and prosperous.
Plants are tall. Apples in the trees. Flowers bloom.
We enjoyed our time in Boulder.
I am enjoying your sunflower series. The locations all look very different, but sunflowers are an ubiquitious flower. Everybody loves them. Glad you enjoyed your trip to Boulder. Sometimes the wind blows here something fiere and you can hardly walk down the street for fear of being blown over. I asm sure the effort you made was appreciated!
ReplyDeleteI loved you picture of Pole's so much I printed it out and my printer finally worked with all the colors. Camille should have a postcard made of this one.
ReplyDeleteI always make a mistake in these comments...and can't correct it. Pole's Place it is. Read the sign.
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