The sky’s on fire — many evenings the turbulent interchanges betwixt the coming night-fall and the departing day would merit a television/cable-channel soap opera ~  and the ring-necked-dove-on-a-wire tranquilly oversees the whole thing…

to be replaced by the contrail of some jet hurtling from the setting sun into the night.

Ah — the omni-present brooding moody multi-faceted Grand Mesa causing cumulus-trouble and other good stuff ~

The Inuk-below-the-house got tired and lay down during the latest severe wind-storm event.  We helped it get back on its feet …

Spurring! (is winter totally ‘over’? –>  praw-bubbly knot) — the turtles come out for sun in our pond.

Betty purchased the (“scare-crow”) owl to be a scare-peacock.  Not workin’ in regards keepin’ Kevin off the hot-tub …

Below:  Rosco digs his old hockey jersey out of storage.  For some strange reason, wearing it is especially valid today.

(Thanks to Linda @ coloradofarmlife.com for a recent post about arriving at one’s “last year of one’s 7th decade”).