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The Property (Ours and Flowers)

We are so busy in our lives. There’s time, but too rare is it that time, we make. Mostly, it is the allowances that we welcome, our time it does take. So, slow down, take ten minutes or so, and go where this takes you. It’s safe I assure you, and visit as often as you would like to.

Forever Rest In Peace

Today we come together to remember one of us, one held so dear.

I implore you to ensure that her sweet, smiling spirit ne’er disappear.

We Miss You Mrs. Tefft

Wendy Tefft (1977-2106).

Wendy Tefft, 38, of Dunbarton, died September 1 2016.

Wendy taught Kindergarten at Glen Lake School in Goffstown NH, where she was employed for two years.

 

Tomorrow, another school year begins in Goffstown, NH. Yet, tonight, for the third time in four days, I was stopped in my tracks when I saw the obituary for Mrs. Wendy Tefft online. We all should be seeing her tomorrow, standing out front, smiling, and greeting all. Imagine how long the list of accolades and kind words would be if Mrs. Tefft hadn’t been taken so soon. We were some of the fortunate ones that got to feel her impact. We all will miss her here in this community.

Precisely Vague

I am not sure where to begin. I started here because this is where the top of my page begins. But maybe, I should start from the bottom because some things feel like they’ve just recently been turned upside down.

52 Years

This year, August 15th would have been 52 years of marriage for my Dad and Mom. Dad was taken home on April 14th this year. I miss him. Thinking of Mom, and Dad on this… 

The Railing

16 weeks have passed. The days come, and they go. The hours are filled with the monotony of routine, and the tasks that seem to work their way into every open time slot. There is… 

Mt. Washington ~ April 2016

#getoutside #NHbeauty #visitNH Where there are people, there are wires. Even with the wires, the peak of Mt. Washington is always a sight on a clear day.

Two guys and an afternoon

Two guys and an afternoon

 

Recently I set some time aside to visit with an old friend. This man I visited with, he has seen some very rough patches of road this year. His health has given him a run for his money and put himself and loved ones on high alert. While he’d be the first one to remind me that I wasn’t lucky enough to get rid of him yet, we stared at finality together and we talked about it. 

Father's Evening

Sometimes a picture doesn’t do the scene justice. And sometimes an evening ride turns into something you may well remember forever. What a night. What a ride. I wish I had pictures of all of… 

Commuting Takes a Toll

This is the second story of this type that I have seen in a week. I am assuming there was an adult driving each vehicle. We are getting smarter folks. My, my, how far we… 

Honestly Living

As I have mentioned before, I have come across a TV show that I just can’t get enough of. I have found, and thoroughly enjoy, The Last Alaskans. One review I read on this show used a word to describe this show, that I would also use, intoxicating. Completely intoxicating.

The show is now in its’ second season and I can still honestly say, I can sit down and feel myself relax when I hear the opening music to the show, Heimo Korth narrates the opening behind the pictures, and I wait to see what these characters will reveal this week. The blend of music, amazing scenes, the reverence of the participants to their way of life, the hard work seen, and unseen, the stories, their histories, it’s so real. There is no flash. There is real life. It’s so compelling. 

A Dad and This Boy

Dad, can we gather round the table one more time and just let loose?
Oh, we’d laugh til tears, you, my siblings, Mom, this boy you called moose.

I look at the hoop and wonder if I’ll ever see that arch ever again.
Dad, you were one the best lefty shooters there has ever been.

You weren’t well, but I never thought this day would come so soon.
Dimly, I thought that maybe when the day came, I’d be somehow immune.

Flames 16U Take Bronze at Nationals

Only one team every year gets to end their season and post-season with a win in any given level of play. That’s very difficult to achieve, and people lose sight of the teams (everyone else) that doesn’t win their final game of the season, or even qualify for post-season play.

Hammock Hike

Last week I picked a day when it was rainy, windy, and only 45°F outside to take a little hike. I wanted to see how I would do with making myself a little tarp shelter… 

God Bless the USA, Let’s Pray

Go to some quiet place, exhale, bow in reverence, and just pray.
List every little thing you are thankful for if you need words to say.

Lost in place

I gave benefits despite the doubt, everything was all I tried.
It was the answer missing that dropped me to the floor, I cried.

Pains ran in every direction from my heart, it hurt in every limb
How was it that the known wasn’t a better choice than the him

At Peace in the Forest

I walked in the woods. I walked on crusted snow. There were no other foot steps. There was no trail. I followed some animal tracks, but mostly just the lay of the land. The crusted snow was slick in spots but I thought of how much more difficult this walk would be in the summer months of growth.

Fall in the Forest

Oh, but the joy is all mine when I wander in from the edge just to listen and have a look around.                          … 

Different Than Any Other Band

“…It’s not a movie where you have the, you know, the silver screen. It’s not a Broadway play where you have sets. The singers by the little nuances that they put in their voices, can take all those synapses and wind them up and put you some place else…”

The Day on the Lake

Across from me, my wife sat holding Theodore as he drifted off to sleep in her arms for the ride back to the marina. Our return trip ran mostly from north to south, leaving the setting sun on our starboard side. The orange-ish glow created by the setting sun lit up my wifes’ face and her blonde hair pulled back to a ponytail looked so beautiful, like the glow one might picture in a dream.

In Plain Sight

The Last Alaskans –

 

I probably watch more TV than I would admit to. Primarily I watch my beloved Red Sox, and then shows on history, wildlife, survival, and a few DIY types now and again. Recently, as I have written here, I have found, and thoroughly enjoy, The Last Alaskans. One review I read on this show used a word to describe this show, that I would also use, intoxicating.

My schedule keeps me quite busy and I don’t always find myself settled in front of the TV on Sunday nights. Thankfully I can record the show and watch it when my schedule allows. Honestly, I can sit down and feel myself relax when I hear the opening music to the show, and I wait to see what these characters will reveal this week.