LISPWYD

Two Springs

This week I have practiced being a snowbird. I have decided that I need lots more practice. Wednesday I did our laundry; after hefting the bags back down the street I told Tom that I would rest a bit before putting it away. His answer? "There's no hurry." I've been hurrying for 59 years. How's that going to work out for me?

I think that once I retire maybe I'll spend the first year sleeping.

Yesterday before Thanksgiving with 140 (or so) of Mom's closest friends, park friends got together to present her with a lovely fountain in memory of my dad.

Another bright and sunny morning here in North Palm Springs.

The dogs have enjoyed their regular walks.

Kady: "Look, over there!  Another bunny!"   The park is full of bunnies and roadrunners. 

Farewell but not Good-bye.

The Sun Will Come Out

From the webcam at home this morning: snow on the ground and more coming down.

But in Palm Springs it is a different story.

Sun!

Fog spills over the pass but does not reach us.

But you can tell how windy it is from the palm trees. Last night gusts of up to 50 mph rocked us to sleep.

I have sad news to report: my dad passed away at 5:45 yesterday morning. We just missed being able to have a final visit.

Mojave

Camping with Joshua trees.

And a high desert sunset.

Across the Border

Yet another cold, drizzly morning in Southern Oregon. Everything is UO colors of Green and Gold . . on a Gray background.

It never ceases to amaze me how often it is that the sun comes out and the temperature rises 20° as you cross the Oregon/California border and head down the back side of the Siskiyous.

Mt Shasta Splendor.

And Mt Diablo Sunset.

Backyard Birding

A Black Phoebe.  Not a bird that we commonly see even though we are included in its range.  It should be headed to Mexico for the winter.

Not to be confused with:

Black Phoebe