Spring Scenes

Yesterday, as I was coming home from shopping, 

I had to pull over to take some photos of our beloved Mt. Rainier. 

Can you imagine being these happy cows and horses? 

We had a very rare day of sunshine after a very stormy week. 

Just the day before it looked like this out my windows! 

That's not snow, it's hail! 

We had heavy rain, wind and hail, alternating back and forth for days. 

And then suddenly, it all stopped. 

The skies cleared, revealing fresh white powder. 

The ski resorts are still going strong. 

We have one just 45 minutes from us, appropriately called Crystal Mountain. 

The main highway going through our little town was filled with skiers and snowboarders

 heading to their destination. 

I always avoid it if I can and take the back roads. 

Once down in the valley I spied these blooming plum trees on either side of the road. 

Sorry for the reflection,  (my unzippered purse!) I took the photo through the windshield. 

The Valley is approximately 3 weeks ahead of us with signs of Spring, than here in the foothills. 

This little speckled starling was so busy looking for bugs in the grass in the parking lot, she didn't even notice me taking this photo. The birds are starting to nest here now and maybe she already has a little family. 

Her speckles were quite fetching. 

I had a lovely day with my daughter, meeting for lunch and a bit of shopping. 

On the way home I took some photos as I ascended the plateau towards my foothills home. 

This beautiful barn caught my eye. 

Here's the little farm it belongs to. 

Here's a wider view. 

Be still my heart! 

Another farm with an amazing view. 

And another...

This is a working dairy farm, one of the few left remaining in an area that

 was once known for it's dairy farms. 

Notice the corn stubble in the foreground. 

If you can take your eyes off the view! 

I love the new green roof on the large barn. 

My children went to school with the family who owns this farm. 

One last glimpse of the beautiful farmland as I turn into the forested lower foothills. 

The sun is low in the sky, illuminating the many street signs along this stretch of road. 

I turn right before the hills ahead. 

The golden rays of the setting sun reflect on the pavement behind me. 

And as I take my final turn before heading up my winding mountain road, the sun sinks below the horizon. 

A lovely day, spent with my lovely daughter and a beautiful ride home.

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A Mother's Heart

As a Mom of four, I was always running to keep up with my children. 

This is a rare photo of me with all four. 

The next moment, they were back in motion. 

Like puppies, they never sat still unless they were sleeping. 

Notice the firm grip I have on my son's shoulder. 

And the other hand gripping my younger son's hand.
Holding them in place. 

I must have said, 'Slow Down' a million times!

It was a challenge to keep their unbounded energy in check and pointed in the right direction. 

For my oldest son Gabe, it was Taekwondo. 

Yes, he is breaking a board after jumping over a couple of students,
 and with bare feet, no less. 

A mother had to turn a blind eye to any doubts. 

My younger son, Dustin expended his boundless energy playing baseball. As a pitcher. 

Yes, I sat in those hard bleachers with the cold spring wind blowing against my face and hiding my eyes when that ball came hurtling past my little boy's face. 

Luckily, he was a good pitcher and it didn't happen that often. 

But he did get a black eye once. 

My boy's also had another hobby. 

Four wheel All Terrain Vehicles. 

That they took across the creek and into that vast wilderness I look out upon. 

I tried not to think about it. 

I did insist on full body armor and sturdy helmets.

Dustin getting airborne

Oh, and did I mention the snowboarding habit?

And the skydiving?

They didn't tell me about that until later.

Gabe and Erica

And the para-gliding and the white water rafting and the bungee jumping and ......

The skiing and snowboarding in the back country

And the mountain climbing.

Don't let the innocence of these two little faces fool you!

They also gave a Mother's heart a run for the money.

(And let's not even mention the driving and dating years!)

Here's the oldest, Heather, posing sweetly in her cheerleading uniform.

What you don't see is me covering my face as she is doing multiple back flips after jumping off the top of a pyramid.

And isn't this a sweet little portrait of my youngest daughter, Jennie?

I prayed many a day as I watched her riding off into the sunset on Dusty, the very naughty pony, with her sweet cousin Erin on the other equally naughty pony, Freckles.

Oh, the tales they would tell of getting thrown off, or chased by dogs, or whacked in the face by tree limbs as they galloped along.

Heather, Gabe, Dustin, Jennie

But despite my worries, they all grew up in one piece.

Eric and Heather, Josh and Jennie, Dustin and Jen, Gabe and Erica

But with just as much energy!

Now times two!

Now they've added marathons and charity events to their repertoire.

Here, 2nd from left is my daughter, Jennie and second from right, my niece, Erin getting ready to participate in the Hot Chocolate charity run in Seattle for the Ronald McDonald house.

A little hot chocolate and fruit to jump start the day!

And here are all four getting ready for the Tough Mudder charity event for The Wounded Warriors.

(the girls are there for moral support)

Here's the contestants, Eric, Dustin and Gabe.

This was a grueling endurance event that raised money for our disabled veterans.

Eric is a proud former Marine and current National Guard soldier who works for the Veteran's Administration.

Not for sissies!

The cheering section

Dustin, Jen, Heather, Eric, Gabe, and two of Dustin's co-workers

Here they are posing in an earlier charity run for homeless shelters.

And here's my oldest daughter, Heather participating in a charity event to raise money for a cross fit team member who suffered a tragedy.

Heather suffers from adult onset Cystic Fibrosis.

But this does not slow my little dynamo down one bit.

In fact, exercise is the best remedy.

Jen, Dustin, and Heather at cross fit charity event

She's determined to live life to the fullest.

So even though my children are adults and I don't have to chase after them any longer,
A mother's heart is always following along.
With love, and yes, I do still worry.

But there is comfort in knowing that your children's hearts are in the right place.
Caring for the world in which they live,
and proving that with loving action.

I guess I can stop worrying.

*A little bit*
xoxo

First Day of Spring!

{Rurality Blog Hop}

It is a typical First Day of Spring here in the foothills. 

Torrential rain. 

Wind. 

But mild temperatures. 

It is now 44 degrees. 

Just two days ago we had a little glimpse of Mt. Rainier, just as the sun was setting. 

But that is a rare sight this time of year, as clouds and mist shroud The Mountain most of the time. 

Today is a day of glimmering raindrops, puddles, and seasonal rivulets of water running down hill. 

I can hear the river roaring down below in the steep little valley. 

Named 'South Prairie Creek', it flows directly down from one of Mt. Rainier's many glaciers and into the wider valley through the town of South Prairie, hence it's name. 

But this is no trickling little creek. 

More like a raging force of nature at this time of year when the snow starts to melt and the spring rains trickle down from the many higher hills. 

It is morning and Whitey waits by the door, cookie in mouth, to accompany me on our morning walk. 

But once I open the door and he sees the rain, he runs back to his bed in the kitchen and refuses to budge. 

I laugh and try to coax, but he is the smart one and stays inside where it is warm and dry. 

So I grab my raincoat, bear spray hanging out of the pocket, and head out without him. 

But I am not alone, as my faithful friend, Champ is always up for a good game of catch 

no matter what the weather! 

He waits patiently as I fill one bird feeder with black oil sunflower seeds. 

A favorite treat of the many species of birds we have here. 

Recently, the wild pigeons and doves have returned and have filled the air with their mournful cooing. 

Oh, I do love that sound. 

We pass The Mr.'s chopping block, glistening with rain. 

Every evening Ol' Blue Eyes carries in armfuls of firewood to keep the woodstove going. 

He stopped in mid-stride last night to tell me he has split, stacked and carried approximately 240 cord of wood in the last 30 years. 

My Dear Sweet Man. 

Tiny wildflower seedlings are springing up in every bare spot. 

A sure sign of Spring! 

We continue on towards the second bird feeder up by the Holly tree. A tiny Indian Plum blossom cheers the way. 

I keep the bird feeders well away from the house. 

But I have two sets of binoculars. 

Here on the edge of the wilderness, you never know who might stop in for a little treat. 

The reason I carry bear spray. 

And have two very watchful dogs. 

The last few nights, the coyotes have been singing, not too far away. 

Champ does not like this and barks with his deep growly voice, Whitey chiming in alongside. 

But we have also been treated to the delightful sound of peeping frogs. 

Thousands of them, filling the night air. 

Oh, Champ! Why do you always drop your ball right in the drainage ditch? 

The Mr. keeps this ditch clear of debris, especially during spring run-off. 

Now it is a trickle, but later it will be a good sized creek, filled with run-off from the heavy rain.  

The bird feeder is in a tree alongside. 

So I climb down into the ditch and resume our game of catch. 

We pass some blooming Narcissus, battered by the rain. 

I make a mental note to come out later if the rain dies down, to pluck the battered blooms for a springtime bouquet. 

But now we must head for home and the warmth of the fire, and Whitey waiting inside. 

And two unhappy cats gazing longingly through the glass, wishing for the rain to stop. 

Still, Ling Ling is not to be dissuaded. But once outside, she quickly changes her mind! 

So we all gaze out forlornly and settle in for a long and quiet day inside. 

Cozy and warm. 

And dreaming of sunshine. 

Wishing you a Happy First Day of Spring! 

And sunny skies! 

xoxo

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