...from my Valentine

Yes..........I might be the most spoiled wife in the world. Every year Roger wonders what he should give me for Valentine's Day. It has not been a traditionally important day in my life, but I think he has always worried over it some. Well, now that I am getting "older and wiser" I tell him what I'd like. Last year he took me to see "Swan Lake" performed by Ballet West. Well..........this year, when I learned they were performing Tchaikovsky's "Sleeping Beauty" I made bold to request another trip to the ballet. We went two weeks ago and it was totally wonderful! Roger even dubbed it "delightful". There were a couple of dances that held me spellbound.......they were magical! And the costumes!!!! Not to mention the set with the scrims etc., etc. WOW!!! It makes me smile and thrill again, just to tell you about it. What a treat!!! and the best Valentine gift ever!!

...FINALLY!!!

THEY CAME!!!!!!!!!!! A whole week late............these might not look like much, but they are the result of blood, sweat and tears........well, almost........definitely the sweat and tears. We are going to try it again!!! And yes, I'm very excited and praying that all will go well.............wish us luck! And hopefully, I will have some pictures to share with you.............RAH!!!!!

...of home, mountains and love

I went to visit my mother last Sunday............you know, sometimes you just have to have that "home fix". There is a point in the road--after leaving Heber City and starting up the  mountain--where you come to the top and looking over the hills you can see Hoyt's Peak...........at that point I feel "home". These are the mountains that sheltered me. They were immovable and gave me strength. We literally lived "in the tops of the mountains" and I have been most grateful.............I am still very thankful that Salt Lake was "far" away then. Some people may have thought we were isolated, but it was the very isolation that fed my soul.............

 I am also what my sister calls a "Timp junkie"..........I confess I am..........I am also sure there are many, many people who consider her "theirs", but they have to share her with me.....I all her seasons. I think I love her best in winter, when she is blanketed with snow and pink in the early morning. I wonder..........how is it possible to love a mountain? ....dirt, rocks, boulders...........but I do.........this mountain has a soul..........and, another confession..........I love her............these pictures are from Heber Valley, so she looks a little different, but it's still "her".........