Part Of My Backyard Garden

Part Of My Backyard Garden
July 25, 2013

Saturday, December 15, 2012

So Warm for a Wyoming Winter

Been so warm lately I cannot decide weather to tune up the lawn mower or the snow blower. Only winter I have seen that I can play golf in the morning and ski in the afternoon. But we do need snow it is much too dry here, might be in the form of December rain, but thats ok.
Well here's wishing you a wet Christmas.


Monday, July 30, 2012

Still too hot here in Wyoming - I have been watching as much of the Olympic swimming and diving as I can trying to cool off. Seems to be working or maybe it was running walking through the sprinkler with the grandkids.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Weekend in the Black Hills

Spent a nice weekend in the Black Hills, sorry to see fires burning there much like the ones we have here in Wyoming. Love the night lighting of the faces at Mount Rushmore, very patriotic, something every American could enjoy. (We have been there for the lighting before and will do it again)

We took along our seven year old grandson; he really enjoyed the trip, his favorite places, Reptile Gardens, Bear Country and Flintstone Village.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Well, well, well looks and sounds like rain-that would be nice here in the Wyoming dry country. Fishing and Golf with my 7 year old grandson seems to be taking up most of my summer days. Nice summer !

-The following is an almost true story-
 The Old-Timers Garden

A very old Wyoming man lived alone in the country. He wanted spade up his
garden, but it was difficult work as the ground was hard. His only son,
Billy, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter
to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Billy,

I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my
 garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden
plot. If you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would dig
the plot for me.

Love, Dad

A few days later he received a letter from his son:

Dear Dad,

Don’t  dig up the garden. That is where I buried the BODIES.

Love, Billy

At 5 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up
the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man
and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son:

Dear Dad,

Sorry I could not be there to help with the garden, You can go ahead and plant now. That's the best I could do under
the circumstances.


Thursday, July 5, 2012

Fire In Wyoming and My First Tomato

Great relaxing day yesterday, no fireworks at night as we are in a fire ban area, did miss that. We live in Wyoming and wildfires have been as close as two miles from us this summer. One burning now, about 40 miles west of town, 90,000 acres, think I have seen enough real fireworks this summer for one lifetime.

Oh, and I will pick my first tomato today or Friday-my earliest ever tomato in 30 years in Wyoming. I am thinking BLT.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

5 Bucks in the Backyard

Deer everywhere. Ate some strawberries (plants not the berries-twice) and the tops of some of my tomato plants. Love life in a small town, deer and citizens share equally of garden produce, streets, sidewalks and parks.

Monday, July 2, 2012

Been away a long time-much too long for me and I hope for my followers. Since I last posted I have retired and moved to a nice little town on the Oregon Trail just east of Laramie Peak. No, I didn’t go crazy, I just retired, (still live in Wyoming, will never leave). Retiring was a tough decision, but a decision almost everyone will make some day. Not sure what a typical retirement will look like yet, hope to rev up my blogs again, write a bunch and travel. This month we have had grandkids most every day- but school will start again and September will tell what our real retirement will be. I am sure it will be both good and bad, I feel bad that I will no longer spend my days with a classroom full of high school students, but am happy to not have to read any more papers, post any more grades, or attend any more in-service.

In the words of a former California governator, “I will be back,” and soon.