summer’s flown

It’s over. Not officially, maybe….but it’s gone just the same.


Summer’s flown, just like the sparrow.

 To borrow from Dickens….it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

We are lucky and blessed in that our summers (since 1975, for me) involve several treks to the crisp air of the Colorado mountains.

Our cabin’s piney interior warmly embraces me and keeps me rooted in my family’s past. My first trip to Colorado was with the Texan while we were dating. I guess I passed the ‘cabin test’ his mom talked about. We married…our family grew…and we got a little place of our own near his mother and other friends. The kitchen has the pencil etchings on the wall of who caught the biggest trout, the bunk beds in the bedroom are where the children slept and fought their nightly tussles and we’ve devoured s’mores around the brick fireplace for nearly thirty years now. I’m sure it could use some updating in the decorating/furniture department, but the cabin’s sameness is somehow reassuring. Life at the cabin with family and friends is a treasure.  Need proof? Take a look at these posts.
http://onachickenwingandaprayer.blogspot.com/2011/07/birds-and-ashes.html
http://onachickenwingandaprayer.blogspot.com/2010/06/mountain-mysteries.html

Did I mention the food at the cabin tastes better? We eat like kings!

Bff Vicki’s peach pie. Oh….my….!

I could write a tome (but not now) of the fun the canines have in Colorado.

Nellie would like some pie, please.
Roxy Doxy never caught the chipmunk

Summer in the Texas Panhandle was in sizzly contrast to Colorado. Hot, dry….depressing and difficult. It felt like our ‘worst of times’ and there was lots of suffering to go around for the farmers/ranchers and folks who have to work outside. Our Sprout #1 worked in a frenzy to move cattle around, sell cattle, ship cattle and get water to thirsty cows and horses. Don’t want to ask him about his summer!

I can report the dreadful heat has broken (feels fantastic!), but we are still praying one of those tropical storms in the Gulf of Mexico will meander it’s way into Texas and bring moisture for our brittle state. We hope and keep looking to the future.

I feel blessed, but a little meloncholy at scenes like this.

Covering the game table and chairs for the winter

Letting go of another summer in the mountains. Cleaning the old place up and preparing her for the long winter. Back to real life…sigh. Back to the land of no pies.

The Texan and I climbed the hill to say goodbye to Mom. Her ashes were still suprisingly intact even after the recent rains.

It’s gonna take her a long time to make it to the ocean at this rate, the Texan said.

That’s OK. She’s got nothin’ but time.
See you next summer, Joy.

With that, we switched off the light on the best and worst in the summer of 2011. Done.

Peach pie love to all.

cure for the on-wees

The jet boat of summer has motored off the lake.  All that remains is a broad wake of ennui.  That’s on-wee for you non-French readers.  Listlessness, languor, tedium.
I can’t help it.  I have it.  Ingredients beyond my control are being poured into my on-wee cocktail.  Some things I won’t talk about.  Others are pretty typical for ladies of a certain age.  Can you spell h-o-t-f-l-a-s-h-e-s or c-o-l-o-n-o-s-c-o-p-y?  Serenity prayer 911!  Where’s my life jacket?

Know what’s a good antidote for the on-wees?  Jumping.  You heard me….jumping!  When the on-wees are dragging you down, look up.

Yes, I know my stomach is showing.  I have a stomach and it hangs out sometimes…deal with it.  Try to see my joy, people.

Better yet, jump with someone else.  With the Texan.  On a big rock in the sky!

Watch your Sprout jump.

Watch your Sprout-in-law nimbly click his heels.

And the numero uno, the number 1 all-time best cure for the on-wees is…..

Roxy-Doxy on a rock.  Does it for me.
I may be simple, but I’ve got my tried-and-true cures for the on-wees.

Note:  Even though she’s just a wiener with questionable political affiliations, who doesn’t enjoy Olympic curling, and who has a suspect method of selecting her NCAA b-ball tournament bracket, the Texan and I love her.  She’s having surgery for a hernia tomorrow.  I know all will be fine…..but she’s our baby.
Of course…..I’ll let you know how she does.  Thanks for caring.
May you be blessed.  Jumping love to all this week.

the end

In honor of the official last week of summer, I am; scaling the highest mountain of potato salad, cranking homemade ice cream til my bulging bicep drops off, cramming my teeth-gaps with buttered corn on the cob, and piling the stinkiest sauerkraut on a giant juicy brat.  Go ahead Texan, and fire up the Margarator!  ***come to Mama, Tums***

Since summer is fading, let’s sing Kumbayah around the campfire and remember all the special moments we shared this summer.  You with me?  Kum-ba-yah my lord, kum-ba-yah, kum……………..

Summer unveiled in glorious pinkness and a wickedly nasty rash appeared in:  suffering for my art.  Ah, the early days of summer and the anticipation of fresh tomatoes!  Those were the days when yard work was fun-before the disease known as ‘tomato wilt’.

Summer isn’t complete without several jaunts to the crisp, cool mountains of Colorado.  You hiked with fishing-dog, jumping-dog, and rolling-in-poop-dog around the serene lakes in:   a mountain walk-the dog’s eye view.

Still in the mountains, events took a dark and sinister turn in:  mountain mysteries

Your hair-do suffered as you braved the heat and humidity of South Carolina where we visited a swamp and ate fried green tomatoes in:  ah do duh-cla-yuh!! swamp things!

In July, we worried over Roxy-Doxy and her sudden penchant for guns and gambling in:  american pawtriot

You went for a swim with the Doxy in August.  We learned what a wiener dog in a life vest has to do with the Serenity Prayer.  Huh?  All this and a sickeningly frightful cat video in:  don the life vest.

You endured my INSUFFERABLE puns in:  new dog breeds.  Please accept my deepest apologies.  No one should screw around with the Shih Tzu breed that much.    Friends?

There’s more…but those are some of my favorite moments with you in Summer 2010.   Here’s counting on our adventures continuing through the rest of the year.

Thanks for being a part of Summer 2010 at On a Chicken Wing and a Prayer.  Wishing you and yours a fantastic Labor Day weekend.  Please stay tuned for our Fall adventures..
Labor Day love to all.

short and simple Monday

The start of another week smack in the heart, the core, the essence of summer.  Beer, mosquitoes, fresh tomatoes, potato salad, the flag, fishing, blueberries, hand cranked ice cream, cherry cobbler and reggae on my mind.
Some things tickling my fancy.

Dove babies in my front yard.
There is a ‘water’ photo contest going on at Pioneer Woman. I don’t have the skillz to really enter…..but should that stop me from trying? No, I say!

I won’t lie…I love this photo. The colors, the whimsy, the fun. Looks like a print ad. Only thing is….what am I advertising? You be the judge.

Thanks to the Sprouts and the In-Laws for letting us come to the lake yesterday. Good times. Too many skiing, tubing, wipe out photos to bore you.
Promised the Sprout NO bikini photos on the blog. Hope she can swallow this one.  Struck me as a great metaphor for living life this week.  Thumbs up, square on, safety goggles (just in case!), and armed with a big smile.
Thumbs up love to all this week.