Today was one of those beautiful crisp clear fall days that demanded we get off
our butts and step outside.
So Nick and I took a little walk down our road.
Amongst the striking beauty was the profound sadness of passing our neighbors
home and the yellow ribbon around the tree to commemorate the death of his
son who was killed this past Sunday in Afghanistan. We live in a small town and
the death of this brave young man has touched everyone.
Max says this “tree looks like broccoli which is one of the great things about living
This is the newly installed remote which should be bringing us fiber optics soon
to our neighborhood. (At least that’s what Nick told me it’s called.)Nick often
gazes at it longingly in anticipation of higher speed internet.
One of our favorite views from Fern Road. You can sort of make out the Cascades
in the horizon behind the trees.