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Remember

And here’s another thought for today:

Beau Vine

Bovine, actually. Cows, you know.

But first, the owner of the cows around here:

Yup, he’s tilling our garden. For the third time in a week. Voluntarily. Free of charge. He’s a great landlord! (Thank you, TW!)

Note: Some of the images below are clickable-to-see-a-larger-version.

But back to bovine matters. Here’s one of the many mothers around here, accompanied by her child:

The background is fuzzy but it gives you an idea of the beautiful views we have out back.

Here’s that same mother and kid:

Oh, I mentioned the views out back, here’s another one (shot in the evening haze), this one of Oregon’s own Mt. Hood:

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Hubbard, Oregon

Way back in 1983-1987, we used to live in the town, in this little house:

Since it’s in the Industrial Park, I’m kinda surprised it’s still there and in use as a private residence. In fact, the mailbox I put up is still there, now in rusty glory:

They’ve got a nice park. Maybe our family will go there for a picnic this summer:

Ruby and I were in Hubbard this morning on a little Let’s Get Reacquainted expedition.

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Dandelion Eradication

Dandelion
Eradication
And
Destruction

Because I want them DEAD.

This year we’re doing something different. We’re picking off the tops. That ought to do it.

This morning I picked the ones that were visible. And took them on a walk. Down our driveway to the highway below. Now they’re DEAD.

I even took some photos with my cellphone. Because of image quality issues, I didn’t make the images below Clickable-Into-A-Bigger-Size.

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What Do You Do With It?

Ruby pointed these out to me yesterday morning.

Just right for us.

Here are two pieces (click the images for the full view):

I am thankful.

Morning Hike

Late this morning, our youngest-but-already-fifteen son Andrew and I went on a one-hour hike. Just here on our home place.

If you follow me on Twitter, then you already read this:

Sitting in sun on tree root by tiny babbling waterfall in little creek in back 40. Peaceful!

I posted that to Twitter from my cellphone at 10:52 this morning. (For a practically-fifty-year-old, that’s pretty amazing stuff even yet!)

Anyway, this is where I was when I Twittered that:

Sitting there in the warm sunshine listening to the babbling waterfall was therapeutic, relaxing, and conducive to thinking thoughts.

Then I looked to my right and my thoughts became less meditative and more contemplative. “If he becomes territorial and aggressive, how long will this little creek delay him?”