Wildflowers and sunlight

(123:  Flowers in the early morning sunlight.  RMNP, Co.  Photo © 2009 by Robin)

Be content to stand in the light, and let the shadow fall where it will.

~ Mary W. Stewart

This photo originally went with a post I had written last Sunday.  I was sitting at my mother’s kitchen table, writing about how strange it felt to be sitting there without her.  Although unrealistic, I kept expecting her to come walking in any moment, having been out on a squad call or running errands.  There is a surreal quality surrounding death.  I don’t know how to describe it just yet.

Yesterday I read over the post and decided it was too personal and too raw to make it public.  I sat here for a while, trying to decide what to do it.  I finally saved it and started over.  However, what came out was a long and sarcastic piece that is also unsuitable for publication.  It was good to work out some of the snarkiness (anger) that was building up alongside the sadness.

Today I am taking another step towards the state of normal, whatever that may be.  M and I made a trip to Hilgerts and picked up lots and lots of fresh produce.  I have a peck of tomatoes and a peck of peppers.  There are a half dozen (plus one) ears of corn, a beautiful butternut squash, a watermelon, a cantaloupe, various cucumbers, red onions, and hot Hungarian peppers.  Everything looked so fresh and beautiful.  It was hard to decide so we added to that some eggplant, cabbage, zucchini, yellow squash, and yellow tomatoes.

This afternoon I’m going to make gazpacho with the tomatoes, onions, cucumbers, and peppers.  Gazpacho is one of my favorite summertime soups and I usually try to make a couple batches of it once the tomatoes and peppers come in.  Tomorrow I’ll make a big batch of (hot) vegetable soup using the majority of the vegetables we bought.  The eggplant will end up as baba ghanoush, first cooked on the grill so it will have a nice smokey flavor to it (although, having looked at a few eggplant recipes, this sounds pretty good too).

Now that I look at the list, it sounds pretty ambitious.  That’s ok.  I’ve got all day.


Sorrow

(118:  Harebell. Photo © 2009 by Robin)

Sorrow makes us all children again — destroys all differences of intellect.  The wisest know nothing.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

I’m at a loss for words this evening.  We made it to New Jersey.  I’m exhausted.


On top of the world

I’m too tired tonight to describe our day.  We started out before 9:00am and got back to the hotel around 5:00pm.  We went up to what, for me so far, is the top of the world.  We were up beyond 12,000 feet.  It’s hard to breathe up there.

We saw plenty of mountains and some wildlife including chipmunks, various squirrels, marmots, pikas, and elk.  The wildflowers are still blooming and adding a lovely touch of color.

(From the Alpine Visitor’s Center on Trail Ridge Road.)

We did some hiking, a little here and there.  Grand total was maybe 3-4 miles.  Mostly we traveled by car along the Old Fall River Road and Trail Ridge Road.  It gave us a great overview (literally!) of this part of Rocky Mountain National Park.

(Too lazy exhausted to find my notebook & look up where this was.)

All the exercise we’ve had at higher altitudes than the Bogs has changed me considerably.  The dry air has added to those changes.  I’ll show you:

(Ha!)

Dinner tonight sucked.  I’ll deal with that at TripAdvisor when I get home.  If anyone has any recommendations for decent food in Estes Park, Colorado, I’d appreciate it if you’d leave me a note about it.  So far, it hasn’t been good.

And on that note, I’m off to bed.  ‘Night!