Assortment

Any Way Chocolate

Did you know that there are many, many ways to eat, or drink, chocolate? 

It's true.

 

 

First, there's the Tip-the-Hot-Chocolate-Til-It's-Almost-Spilling-and-Eat-the-Whipped-Cream-First, method.

 

 

Definitely the preferred method, here.  It's a little messy, but why be concerned about messy?  This guy's never worried a lick about messy before, so why in the world would he start now?  It's just not logical.

 

 

The next method is actually a problem.  It's the What-Do-You-Do-If-the-Whipped-Cream-is-Already-a-Problem? problem.

 

 

You eat it with a spoon, of course.  It keeps the mess to a minimum, which is what this boy is all about.  Minimum mess makes life so much easier on the mind and greatly enhances creativity.  Just ask him.

 

 

Now, you could jump the tracks, and come at your chocolate from a whole different direction. Why go with the flow when you can go against it?  Especially if you have the darkest eyes and the most freckles in the family.  This, in itself, is fair warning that you probably won't be having hot chocolate when you could be having chocolate milk.  

 

How about icy cold, in a tall glass, held with two hands?  Ah, yes.  It's all about the experience. Cool sweetness sliding down your throat.  You're in your own world.  Nothing else matters.  Not breakfast, not your dirty shirt, not your messy hair, not your two-days-unbrushed teeth.  Nothing.

 

 

And, whoever you are, the effects of this wondrous, luscious drink will soon be evident in your body.

 

 

Your eyes might cross.

 

 

Your eyes might bug.

 

 But, you'll be happy. 

So, SO, happy!

 

 

 

 

Truckin'

 

It seems that a trucker that we know and love was going to be delivering a load less than 2 hours away from us! 

After a flurry of packing pillows, clothes, blankets (everything except the toothbrushes!), we were in the van pedaling north.  A semi truck with a grandpa in it was waiting for the boys and I to squeeze in sardine-style for a night and a morning with him.

We couldn't wait!

 

 

 

 

 

After a night with five in a semi sleeper, coffee was indeed in order. 

 

Coffee and some freshening up.  Good thing I had the camera and he didn't.  I was up, but I certainly wasn't fresh.  Consider yourself privileged that you're not seeing that! 

 

And we're off! 

 

With some sleepers still sleeping sardine-style.

They weren't interested in coffee or shaving. 

Coffee and shaving?  Oh, my!  These guys will be doing those very things tomorrow! 

It just hit me!  Wham!  Like that. 

Does anyone have smelling salts?  There's a desperate need for them in Wyoming.

 

 

  

On board, we have a load of trees for a local nursery.

 

 

We all worked very hard.  By the time we were done, their backs hurt and I had an ache in my fore finger. Ahem.

 

Ah, to take a zillion photos of so many of the plants and flowers I've known and loved all my life!   

Hello, again!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

Like long lost friends, we reaffirmed our heart connections, the plants and I. 

I think I'm home. 

 

 

 

 

Settling {5}

 

The time was 5:20ish a.m., I had just rolled over in bed, still wrapped in early-morning sleepiness, when into my fuzzy thoughts came the sound of bawling cows. 

Bawling COWS? 

I snapped awake, listened at the open window, and there it was, sure enough, the bawling of cows.  I hopped to, threw on some clothes, did some sort of half-hearted thing with my hair, grabbed my camera, and headed out the door. 

 

The herd had gone through town, down main street, and over the bridge, which is where I caught up with them.

 

Here, they headed them off the highway and down a road that would take them west of town.

 

That cowboy is keeping them from continuing on down the highway.

 

This one's keeping them from going down someone's driveway.  The cowboys know that one cow or another will try to check out every side road they pass.

 

The speed limit here is 55.  I don't think they'll have to worry about that.