Monthly Archive: September 2017
“Honey…. Sweetie …. it’s 5:00 o’clock. I have coffee ready.” I hear a low moan and the next sound that came from my sleeping bride was something like, “GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR )*)*^%%*%$$###@!@** ” ending with...
“This here is a green thumb,” he says, slowly ticking off the list on his fingers. “I grow corn, cabbage, green beans, weed, tomatoes…..” Yep! He said weed. We are in Colorado after all. Don’t...
The whisper of yesterday starts saying hello as we snake our way into the Colorado box canyon. The only thing that moves fluidly through this rugged landscape is the river that carved the...