Memorial Day

I have always loved Memorial Day, just ask my kids about their crazy mother who loves to go to the cemetery on Memorial Day - whether or not she has any family in the cemetery. My weekend began visiting Mom and Dad Christiansen's graves and placing some beautiful flowers there. I guess its taking time to reflect upon the lives of those you love and who influenced your life that I enjoy. I also love looking at the headstones of ancestors I did not know, but who made it possible for me. The winding up scenes of the weekend included a beautiful ATV ride with Dave and Connie up the Camp Jackson trail and onto Abajo! It was just gorgeous!

Quite a "FEET"

Haven't blogged since April - Hmmm - could it be Life got in the way? Certainly! Mother's Day Weekend All My Children (much better than the soap opera) came to Blanding to roof our house and addition for us. I didn't get a picture of them all on the roof, but I did get the evidence that it was "quite a feet!"

Golden Apple

Each year the San Juan School District hosts a banquet for their teachers of the year. Mark was selected as Albert R. Lyman Middle School Teacher of the Year. At this banquet all the honored teachers are given a plaque and thanked for their efforts in education in the district. At the end of the banquet, a San Juan School District Teacher of the Year is then announced and given a "Golden Apple" award.

The San Juan School District Teacher of the Year is Mark!!!!!

We were both surprised, I had no idea (yes, there are things which go on in the county of which I know nothing about!) Mark was so honored and touched by the award. It was so very special. I would just have to say myself, there is something very special about a person who works with 12-14 year old children for over 20 years and not only lives to tell the story, but loves those students as well. I'm so proud to call him my own!

Time - How do you do it all?

So, here it is nearly one month since I last posted - and why has it been so long you ask? Time, that elusive, sneaky, frustrating, limited, unlimited stuff that somehow I just can't seem to manage!!!! Why can't I find time to clean up my yard for spring, plant my seedlings in the house, work on baby quilts, work at work, go visiting teaching, do family history, read a book, watch a movie, visit my grandchildren, visit my neighbors, visit the sick and the lonely, go to the temple, sew, organize my house, well clean my house first and then organize it, write another play, finish writing a book I started 5 years ago, even install a piece of software on my computer!*!*!*!* Its all about TIME and I just don't know how to manage it well. I chase my tail and that's where I go - around in circles. Ah, that I could better figure out how to use that precious stuff called time!

"House it coming?"

Here's how it is coming along. . . . .

. . . Spring beak continiues. . .

One last fling for spring break. Saturday afternoon we decided to hike to the Citadel. It was such a breathing taking trip.

Round trip was about 3.8 miles. The weather was perfect, not too hot yet a breeze to keep you cool in the hike.

Rather precarious!

The point is the Citadel

Tucked under the right side are ruins.

Some of the most perfect ruins I've seen!

The best hiking companion!

Memories of My Mom

As the empty nesters were hiking Arch Canyon, the sweet signs of spring were abundant.

Pussy Willows!

I couldn't help but think of my mom. When I was a little girl, she would sit me on her lap, take my arm and while slowly walking her fingers up my arm; she would recite this little poem. It is recited going up in a C scale and when you get to the "meows" you go back down the scale.

I have a little pussy

Her coat is silver gray

She lives down in the meadow

Not very far away

She'll always be a pussy

She'll never be a cat

For she's a pussy willow

Now what do think of that

Meow

Meow

Meow

Meow

Meow

Meow

Meew

Scat!

Thanks Mom!