Enterprise Wash in Central Arizona.
About a week before this picture the water was flowing down the wash at a tremendous rate. Farther down this wash is where we had our family reunion. Every year the local members of the family go down to the wash and prepare the area for the picnic.
This year the boundaries of the wash where pushed into the picnic area and clean up was a little more extensive. They trim the trees so that we can sit under them for protection from the Arizona sun, even in February!
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Saturday, February 23, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Creosote Bush of the Sonoran Desert...
Here is a picture that I took of a creosote bush near the Ajo Museum in Arizona. Creosote bushes are drought-enduring plants that grow in the deserts of North and Central America. This bush is growing in the Sonoran Desert, the hottest desert in North America!
The fruit of this plant is a 5-lobed nutlet with silvery white hairs. As a child growing up in the Mojave Desert, I gathered these little "kitties" by the hundreds to play with!
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The fruit of this plant is a 5-lobed nutlet with silvery white hairs. As a child growing up in the Mojave Desert, I gathered these little "kitties" by the hundreds to play with!
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Friday, February 08, 2008
Snow on the foothills...
My mother and I went for a drive just to take pictures the other day! This picture is of the foothills at the base of Mt. Pinos located in the mountain range that skirts the southern edge of the San Joaquin Valley of California. The infamous "Grapevine" on I5 is located to the left of these foothills. You will notice that it is a vineyard in the foreground of this picture!
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Monday, February 04, 2008
Remembering Grandma & Grandpa...
With the family reunion less than two weeks away, the memories of my Grandma and Grandpa are flooding back...
...I loved their red house! I remember the window seat, and trying to go to sleep upstairs while looking at "Sneaky's Footprints" on the ceiling! He (really Grandma) would tie knots in my shoelaces! Glad it wasn't my hair. And the smell of breakfast waking me up in the morning! Delicious!!
...I remember running in the irrigation ditch on the edge of the pasture past an angry bull with three of my girl cousins!
I remember walking out into the alfalfa field with Grandpa and getting to eat my very first alfalfa bloom and trying to catch some little yellow kittens that hid in the hay stack while Grandpa was milking a cow...
...I remember the swing in the tree beside the driveway and the tree house that was above the swing and picking blackberries (I think they were blackberries, it was something with lots of tiny thorns) on the back of the white house...and going to the grocery store in Grandma and Grandpa's 1963 Chevy Corvair (my brother has the Corvair, now!) and being very careful beside the canal that ran swiftly through part of my grandparents property.
I have so many wonderful memories of Grandma and Grandpa...I miss them!
My mother painted this picture of her parent's home the year I was born. Grandma and Grandpa lived there for 28 years.
Promote Notes That Touch The Heart over in BLOG VILLAGE
...I loved their red house! I remember the window seat, and trying to go to sleep upstairs while looking at "Sneaky's Footprints" on the ceiling! He (really Grandma) would tie knots in my shoelaces! Glad it wasn't my hair. And the smell of breakfast waking me up in the morning! Delicious!!
...I remember running in the irrigation ditch on the edge of the pasture past an angry bull with three of my girl cousins!
I remember walking out into the alfalfa field with Grandpa and getting to eat my very first alfalfa bloom and trying to catch some little yellow kittens that hid in the hay stack while Grandpa was milking a cow...
...I remember the swing in the tree beside the driveway and the tree house that was above the swing and picking blackberries (I think they were blackberries, it was something with lots of tiny thorns) on the back of the white house...and going to the grocery store in Grandma and Grandpa's 1963 Chevy Corvair (my brother has the Corvair, now!) and being very careful beside the canal that ran swiftly through part of my grandparents property.
I have so many wonderful memories of Grandma and Grandpa...I miss them!
My mother painted this picture of her parent's home the year I was born. Grandma and Grandpa lived there for 28 years.
Promote Notes That Touch The Heart over in BLOG VILLAGE
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