A CliffsNotes Version of September

Labor Day weekend was spent lounging at the lake with the Clintons. Winslow enjoyed swimming for the first time ever. Mom and Dad came down to help volunteer at the Oakhurst Community Garden. All I have to say is, "Dang you, worm bins!" Click for pictures.



This weekend Greg and I enjoyed visiting with Stacie and her little cutie pie as well as the Chattanooga cousins. Good times!

So long, Sedona.

It's been a week since I spent a wonderfully relaxing weekend in red rock country with girlfriends. To summarize the trip, we spent each morning with a creek side breakfast followed by hiking, more eating and relaxing at our cabin with wine and good conversation. The breakfast was unanimously voted the best part of the trip. How could we resist a wonderful buffet prepared for us to enjoy in dappled sunlight and hummingbirds flying overhead?

Our inn contained all things wonderful: yoga on the lawn, massages by the creek, sheep nibbling on grass, a lovely swimming hole and a tidy cabin. I will be back.

The most amazing hike I've ever encountered was Red Rocks Crossing followed by swimming and sunning on the rocks. None of us could get over the stunning scenery during our stay in Arizona. We wondered what it would be like to live there...would you take it for granted?

Did we have any complaints? Not many. 1) I'm too old to work most of a day, fly across the country and then drive 2 hours to a destination. 2) Our shower was built with an under 5'5" person in mind. We are tall ladies. 3) One hike landed us in a two inch deep creek with blue crawfish nibbling at Danielle's bottom. Dang you, West Fork Trail for denying us entrance!

Don't you worry, Sedona. I'll see you in a few years. In the meantime, let's all enjoy some pictures!

Ms. Scarlett in the Library with the Candlestick

I needed to pick up a book on hold at the library last night and I really didn't feel up to driving an entire ten minutes to get it. I just wanted to make a lovely summer pasta salad dinner, enjoy a glass of wine and be done with it. I managed to somehow convince Greg to not only go with me, but also to drive us there. It must be my charm and good cooking.

We arrived to find some strange "goings on" in the parking lot; two teen-aged girls recently had a fight. A cop arrived while we were inside and as we were heading back to the car, we heard one of the girls relaying her version of the fight to him. I told Greg during the ride home that the only thing worse than men fighting was women fighting.

As I was continuing along in Plan B, I realized it was more than just that. Anne describes libraries as sanctuaries,"Libraries are like mountains or meadows or creeks: sacred spaces".
Agreed.