Mustang Saga

I don't know if it's true, but I once heard that the Russian word for work and play are the same word.  I find sometimes that I enjoy work more than some of the things people consider play.  We went to Seattle to pick up a friend's kid for spring break...

 My new garden has been kind of put on a back burner while my tractor sits idle.  I'm not sure what's wrong with it but I think it has something to do with the dead-man switch under the seat.  It thinks when you ask it to move that nobody is in the seat...

I don't hike for exercise.  It's a feast for my senses, a healing for my soul.  I wander, looking at every growing thing, the tiny fungi and flowers, the dead trees, the twisted vines, the poops.
Tracks here and there, or a rock or fallen branch that seems to be pointing the way....

It's been so long since I posted, and so much has happened.
My niece had her first baby in August. "My" first grandbaby. At least it felt that way since my sister is gone.
Huckleberry died in September. It was time, he was in pain. He was my best dog ever, and a strong link with my sister since she helped me pick him out and she named him, and he always loved her so much. I told him to go find his Auntie as he went to...