Yesterday, as my husband and I drove out of our little village to enter the main road, we literally gasped at the beauty that had visited our part of the world overnight. Every tree, every bush, every weed along side the road seemed to be a work of art. The Master Artist had frosted the entire city. Our drive down the main road was so beautiful that my husband stated that he had never seen blossom laden trees lining an avenue that could compare to the beauty of the frost covered trees that lined the main road into town.
The photo above was snapped quickly with my iPhone. Later in the morning, as I walked out of church, the sky was more of light blue, the clouds were lifting, but the trees were still covered in frost. I have rarely seen such beauty all over town. I wanted to snap a photo of every tree I saw. I hated to see the sun come out and melt the spectacular show that left me repeating the phrase, "This is just spectacular." To my husband I said, "We could travel all over the world and never see more beautiful sights than we have seen today in our own town."
All of the schools in the area are on Spring Break. We were teachers way too long not to join in the celebration that happens on the first Friday night of Spring Break. We had a wonderful Mexican food dinner in a part of town where we rarely go. On the way home, I asked my husband if he would like me to treat him to dessert at the old Ivywild School, an old school that has now become a brewery, bakery, and eatery. Once there, of course, my husband headed straight to the principal's office. He didn't stay though; the office is now the bar.
We bought some delicious cherry pie from the bakery and sat down to enjoy the ambiance and energy that filled the place while we ate our food. I immensely enjoyed my time with my favorite principal. (As you can see from the empty plate, he didn't like the pie at all.)
We have not made special plans for "Spring Break." We had our break nearly two weeks ago when we went to Moab. The time with family was invigorating in so many ways. As I said in an earlier post, we went to Moab to watch Jim's daughters and son-in-law run a half marathon.
On the day of the race, the runners got up very early to get to the start of the race. We slept through their leaving. When we finally got up, my husband and I went downtown to have breakfast at an awesome cafe that my massage therapist had told me not to miss. If you are ever in Moab, don't miss going to The Love Muffin Cafe. I had their Verde which is slow roasted brisket, home fries, cheddar cheese, two eggs, and chili verde. My husband had their whole wheat waffles. He was a bit jealous when he saw my choice, so thankfully, he ate half of it while I had a bit of his waffles. I don't know when I've had better chili verde.
After we were through eating, we went to the finish line of the race to watch our runners come in. I got intrigued with watching all the other runners. I loved their determination, their spirit, and the energy they gave to the rest of us. Concentrating intently on trying to photograph a woman who was running in a tutu, I completely missed seeing Jim's son-in-law. Then I heard his name being announced as he approached the finish line. Oppps I got the tutu wearing runner quite well, but I only got
I did not see Jim's daughter Thia come in at all. Soon, I saw Trinette. I recognized her body and her run and knew it was her long before I could see her face. (She is toward the right side of the photo dressed in turquoise.)
Here are the runners and the fans that came to cheer them on. I sure hope they run this race again, and I hope next year my kids can make it too. It was so much fun.
That evening, my husband and I left the runners and the rest of the family and drove back to Grand Junction, Colorado about one hundred miles away. I had promised my mother I would return that evening in order to take her to church the next day.
After church, my husband and I took my mother to lunch. I want you all to see this amazing mother of mine. She will be 98 years old in May. She lives on her own and gets around very well. She is as sharp as she ever was. The next day was St. Patrick's Day, so she is decked out in her green. We went to three different restaurants looking for corned beef and cabbage. No one was serving it until dinner time. Since we wanted lunch, we ended up having fish and chips instead.