WALKER TALK: FALL IS HERE

I love the beginning of each new season. I love the feeling it brings of new adventures and new possibilities.

These are just a few shots I have taken to share.

This one is the view we got as we passed Deer Creek last Saturday as we drove to the cabin to spend the day stacking wood and winterizing it. I always feel a sense of sadness when we do this. One because I never get enough time out there during the summer to just relax and enjoy it and two because it means that the next time we go out there won't be any running water. But I always get excited for the snowmobiling trips. This will be the last winter I will have to spend without Daniel being with us and the last one Jason will be spending with us for two more years. Lots of mixed emotions as I drove away from the cabin this year.

ANOTHER PICTURE FROM BEAUTIFUL HAWAII

THANKFUL FOR MY IRISH ANCESTORS

I never knew how much Irish ancestry I had until my wonderful Aunt Carol wrote this awesome history about my Dad's ancestors. There are still 8 castles partially standing over in Ireland that belong to my ancestors. Most of them (14 of them) fought in the Revolutionary War so that I could enjoy what I have today. There is also some tie to Bunker's Hill and Breed's Hill.

St. Patrick's Day never used to mean much to me until I knew my ancestry. Now I take time to think about them a little bit more during that time. I am grateful to them for being so brave and courageous to leave so much of what they had to come to America and start new. I am somewhat what I am because of them. I can't wait to thank them in person some day.

THE TWO SIDES OF WINTER

Have you ever noticed that there are two sides to winter? There is the beautiful side. The sun shining on the snow on a crisp morning. The silent snow falling in the full moon. The quietness that a snowy night brings. I love so much about winter and the fun and beauty that it brings. But there is a sad and lonely side to winter. When we were coming back from the cabin the other night we rode through the desolate camp grounds. The picnic tables where barely poking their tops through the snow. Somehow it made me sad and lonely. I realized then that winter has two sides to it.