Aunt Janet

It's Sunday evening and the shadows are just starting to fall on the valley. I was turning my water off and looking at this marvelous place I call home and wondering how in the world I have been so blessed as to live here in Cache Valley. What a beautiful place this is. The sky is blue in the center with red hues around the edges and the air actually has a crispness that makes me think that summer is at it's peak right now. In driving to Newton the other night, I noticed that the grain is tall and the heads are getting developed and ripening. Oh how fast time is going. It will be time for second crop hay in a couple of weeks and then school will start before we know it.
Actually, being able to raise my awesome family in such a great place as this was a blessing too. I had the privilege of going to Providence Canyon with Rob and Kelley and their family as well as Jacob. We were able to make it up to the falls and actually Rob was adventureous and we hiked to two of them and tried for the third but couldn't get to it. It was a beautiful ride, the trees were green and the grass was thick and green as well. The heat from the summer sun hadn't made it into the canyon yet so it had the appearance of late spring. The kids played in the water, hiked and threw a ton of rocks into the bottom of the falls. Rob had his guns with him and we set up targets and practiced some shooting. It was so fun to hold a gun again and I actually hit the target. New shoulder and all was no problem. I will have to practice more to get the vision right and figure which eye to look at the target with, but I was really pleased to see I still can shoot.
If I ever figure out how to attach my pics to this blog, you will see some of this little adventure.
That last statement just made me think; little adventure! Actually, the total time was 3 hours, the cost was some gas maybe $20 (that's talking $4 a gallon and Robs killer big truck), some brownies made by Jacob and myself and a half a box of shells. So total cost was maybe $30 but the memory is priceless. As Marci and Ken were visiting, it was a learning experience of what is a memory. Marci and I talked about the fact that Ken and the kids mowed my lawn with the old mower that we have had for over 20 years. It was the original mower that Marci and the kids used when we lived in Providence. Oh, it's had a different motor put on it, but other than that, the old hummer is the same. I laughed to see Jacob and Spencer pushing in the heat of the day and having to move the bags of grass to the garbage can to be dispensed of later. They had sweat on their foreheads and the look of contentment of doing a hard job that helped grandma! A memory. In Arizona, there is no grass at their home right now, so mowing the lawn is nothing they get to experience, and definately not with the "oldie goldie" like Grandma has. Another memory is Spencer going with Uncle Val Jay to move sprinkler pipe and having to wear McKenna's old jeans that barely fit, walk in the mud and actually lift the pipe onto the truck and into another field. Memory! Jacob riding his bike to the postoffice to get the mail. Won't happen in Arizona. Another memory.
So, the meaning of this long thought is that it isn't the amount of money we spend, or the places we go, or the length of time we take on an adventure, it is finding the joy, or logging the memory of the event and realizing that we had the opportunity to "taste" the adventure in life.

That last statement just made me think; little adventure! Actually, the total time was 3 hours, the cost was some gas maybe $20 (that's talking $4 a gallon and Robs killer big truck), some brownies made by Jacob and myself and a half a box of shells. So total cost was maybe $30 but the memory is priceless. As Marci and Ken were visiting, it was a learning experience of what is a memory. Marci and I talked about the fact that Ken and the kids mowed my lawn with the old mower that we have had for over 20 years. It was the original mower that Marci and the kids used when we lived in Providence. Oh, it's had a different motor put on it, but other than that, the old hummer is the same. I laughed to see Jacob and Spencer pushing in the heat of the day and having to move the bags of grass to the garbage can to be dispensed of later. They had sweat on their foreheads and the look of contentment of doing a hard job that helped grandma! A memory. In Arizona, there is no grass at their home right now, so mowing the lawn is nothing they get to experience, and definately not with the "oldie goldie" like Grandma has. Another memory is Spencer going with Uncle Val Jay to move sprinkler pipe and having to wear McKenna's old jeans that barely fit, walk in the mud and actually lift the pipe onto the truck and into another field. Memory! Jacob riding his bike to the postoffice to get the mail. Won't happen in Arizona. Another memory.

So, the meaning of this long thought is that it isn't the amount of money we spend, or the places we go, or the length of time we take on an adventure, it is finding the joy, or logging the memory of the event and realizing that we had the opportunity to "taste" the adventure in life.

There you have it for a Sunday evening and hitting buttons that I am not sure what to do with, but hey, two pics with my blog so it must be a great day and now I hope my "memory" will remember how I did it for later this week.