TROUTS LATEST PHOTOS
August, 2007 - Issue #75
Camille and Bob at home in Texas, and on another visit to Colorado
25 YEARS AGO - COLORADO 1982
Shirley loves the mountains and it's obvious from this picture, taken above tree line during a hike with a group of friends.
Some things, such as good friends and love for nature never grow old.
You guessed it - more disc golf. One of the nice things about getting outside is the little surprises, like this pretty wild flower.
Here are some more of the organic oyster mushrooms we grew. We later sautéed them in margarine and ate them up!
CATCHING UP WITH FAMILY AND FRIENDS IN COLORADO
We flew to Colorado mid-month on business and took advantage of the opportunity to get together with Mahlon, good friend and godfather to Emily, and daughters Molly, Emily and Amy.
We also played disc golf with Camille's brother, Mike, had a short visit with Sharon and Misty Moo and spent the night with Rob and Sharyl. For more pictures, click on: Colorado Trip August, 2007
THE STATE FAIR AND RODEO COMES TO TOWN
Just three miles from our house - we kind of had to go! It nearly brought tears to Camille's eyes to take part in this vanishing ritual of rural Americana. But a giant funnel cake soon eclipsed her momentary lapse into nostalgic reflection.
THE BEST OF EVERYTHING
Naturally, we took a stroll through the exhibits of crafts and canned goods before climbing up into the bleachers above the bucking chutes to enjoy the rodeo.
TAKING A TURN FOR THE BETTER
Bob turns the compost pile we've been building these last five months and it is doing what it is supposed to be doing - turning potato peelings and paper towels into a nutritious soil amendment.
AND A TURN FOR THE WORSE
A little later, Camille went outside to pick some basil for dinner and found this common grackkle drowning in the bucket beside the compost pile. Bob tipped the bucket over, spilling out the bird along with the water.
After its rescue, the poor bird just sat there on the ground, beak in the air for about 30 minutes before Camille coerced it into moving away, out of the cat corridor.
FOR THE BIRDS
These depressions in the dust are where the sparrows and finches take turns bathing. We have not seen any birds making use of this picturesque bird house with its star of Texas horseshoes on the roof.
We were struck by the similarities between the seed strewn dirt and the pebbled sidewalk beside it.
JOYCE KILMER WAS RIGHT
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the sweet earth's flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
THIS MONTH'S QUOTES:
"The four horseman of my apocalypse are called efficiency, convenience, profitability, and security, and in their names, crimes against poetry, pleasure, sociability, and the very largeness of the world are daily, hourly, constantly carried out. - Rebecca Solnit
“Green consumerism is an oxymoronic phrase. The fruit at Whole Foods in winter, flown in from Chile on a 747 — it’s a complete joke. The idea that we should have raspberries in January, it doesn’t matter if they’re organic. It’s diabolically stupid.” - Paul Hawken
"There is a very common mind-set right now which holds that all that we’re going to need to do to avert the large-scale planetary catastrophes upon us is make slightly different shopping decisions," - Alex Steffen, executive editor of Worldchanging.com
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