“A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.” ― George Eliot

18 April 2014

Grey Day

Good night Boca.
Ah, baby bear, I wuv you.
Is this what it's like to have siblings? 
Hera and Deegan.
When I buy dog food at The Stock Shop I always stop and look at the chicks.  
My old girl loves her daddy more than anything in this world.
Crowded.
Squirrel Brain and Baby Bear.
Baby Bear is busy while Papa Bear rests.
A pretty picture from my friend Kasia in the UK.
Deegan sleeping on Moo and Boca.
A kite flying in my neighborhood.  
A grey day in the neighborhood with a kite flying and a bird too.

14 April 2014

Hiking: Near Lake Pleasant

Honey bees in a saguaro. 
Windy.
Raccoon print, I think. 
Dry, dry, dry.
Nature's puzzle pieces. 
Salt Heliotrope. 
Sand.
Sand, but no water at this beach.
A small cave or habitat.
Soot on the ceiling inside the cave.
My hiking buddy, Frank. 
Native American Indian pottery shards. 
Frank's friend. 
Glad I wasn't sitting in there when the ceiling fell down.
Wild burros. 
Wild burros.
Sad saguaro. 
The view from where we had our snack. 
There were a few flat rocks to sit on. 
Sometimes we follow the burro trails. 
Wild burros.
Looking down.  No water.
A tiny fern in the desert. 
I spy: something green with wings.
Where the wild things grow. 
3.8 miles.
(YTD: 64.3)