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Six-Word Saturday 7.2.22

Wordless Wednesday…morning

Deep purple

I’ve been looking through old photos courtesy of Google Photos who likes to share photos from 8 years ago (or 7 or 6 or however many years) on this day or this week that many years ago. This one struck me as just right for Tuesday. 🙂 There won’t be many wildflowers when I go to Wyoming later this summer but this view can always make me feel I’m in the mountains in spring. And for you old rock aficionados (Brian, I’m talking to you), there was no smoke on the water or fire in the sky…thankfully. 🙂

For much of this week I’m just sharing photos that I like…no particular theme (except always for Thursday Doors) and I hope you enjoy the random photos. Today I’m on the way to Prescott, Arizona to spend the day and a bit of tomorrow with Marsha of Always Writes. I imagine there will be a photo or two. Just guessing. 🙂 It’s been a long day dealing with financials to do with my parents’ estate. The bank has been particularly annoying despite my parents having a trust, but even with lots of prior planning, the steps you have to go through are long and often tedious. I’m looking forward to the little break.

Simplicity

Wordless Wednesday…together

Wordless Wednesday…feathery

Holding on for dear life

Daughter, grandson, and I walked over to the other grandparents’ house in the afternoon. On the way, I spotted a bush of these large, beautiful flowers which my plant app says are popppies. The wind was blowing at a good rate but I managed to get several shots, this one including a bee which didn’t seem bothered at all by the flowers whipping back and forth. It was a good first day.

Early morning light

The early morning light is one of the reasons I always enjoyed walking at dawn or closely thereafter. This photo is from McDowell Forest Preserve in Naperville, Illinois, a lovely mixture of forest and Midwest prairie.

Today’s a travel day as I head west for some extended grandson time. 🙂 See you tomorrow (or later today.)

Still life on patio

I know. To really be a classic still life, I’d need a dead rooster and some roses, but this is the Southwest, where bougainvillea and other flowering plants reign supreme over roses. 🙂

Life’s a bit fuzzy right now.

Some weeks ago when Lisa came down from Flagstaff to visit and we wandered in the Preserve, the cottonwoods (or something) had evidently been oversharing, as in several places fuzziness had overtaken everything in the vicinity.

There’s a bit of fuzziness in our lives right now (Sunday as I write this) because my dad passed away tonight, following Mom’s death in early February. It’s been a tough year. One of my sisters-in-law has a very serious form of lymphoma as well, so needless to say 2022 will not go down as one of the best years of our lives. However, my parents both had long, wonderful lives (92 and 93 when they passed) and we know they’re in heaven where my dad is probably taking a horseback ride while my mom throws the javelin, something she did at a Senior Olympic record-setting level while still alive. ❤