Year old mule deer.
May 24th weekend was always when we took our first swim in the lake. It seemed like it was always hot.
Maddy, Hunter and Bree came out for the weekend. It was wonderful to see them.
Now that our children are getting a ‘leg up’ they are able to come home more often, which pleases Lisa and I. Sometimes they talk about leaving the city and moving back to the valley. They cherish their upbringing and want to give the same to their children.
But it’s not that easy. There are no jobs here. The ones that are available pay minimum wage and last only a season.
Lisa and I have continued to live here by working lots of different jobs and plenty of hours. We have done just about everything to keep our heads above water.
The tourists arrived in force this weekend. We tried to stay close to home. Sirens went off all weekend. The roads get clogged and speed up. I was lucky to learn to drive when the roads were not as busy.
Willow’s hair is loosening. Soon she can be hand stripped.
Eying up the garden.
Some kids that have moved away call this the ghetto. I guess, because there is nothing here for them. And because it can be brutal. But, also beautiful.
The garden is in, tomatoes and all. Willow barks at everything unfamiliar, which is more on a long weekend. Our children hug us when they say goodbye. One day we will be a burden. They will take turns coming home to help out and see how we are doing. I hope, like my Mother and Father did, we can give them something in exchange.
As I get older, I see things change, but don’t think much about it because I hold onto my old ways. Before long it becomes undeniable. The world has changed but I haven’t.
It sounds like something not to be proud of, ’till you realize it’s what makes bullets bounce off your chest.
Tomorrow we will be a day behind.