So, since we last spoke a few things have happened; the Dallas area has gone totally wild with plant growth. The temps have been high, we’ve had a few spring storms roar through and dump copious amounts of water everywhere. So in March, unlike other parts of the country, we begin to bloom…

And it seems moments later, the show begins…

While the shovels are still being used up north, our backyard loos like an unkempt teenager…

…and we have to leap into action. Weeding, mulching, planting all at once it seems… the inside project will have to wait! On the other hand, Boonie is just easing into his role as garden gnome and temple blessing by doing yoga…

Here’s an amazing thing. When I was first dating Angela in Spring ’97, I brought her some bulbs from Amsterdam. Even before she moved from Cali back to Texas, they were budding under her sink. For over 1o years now the have heralded the arrival of spring by often beating all flora out of the gate. This year was no exception…

Meanwhile, our plan to recon the Front Range of the Rockies as a place to live went really well this weekend. We wandered through Boulder and up to Nederland, a funky mountain town with some great music history and more degrees than you can shake a stick at…

They were not having spring yet there.


Though down the hill was warm and green, we got a little winter snow flurry which kept us in the mountains overnight.

We wandered  down and around, ending up in Lyons the next night. We ended up at a place called Shelly’s Cottages which I highly recommend. Clean, quiet and just a totally beautiful base of operations, sitting in a private hot tub by the light of a full moon is a great way to wrap up your day… Kim, Dakota and everyone else made this one of the best stays in any lodging in many years. No phones, spotty cell coverage but who needs it, you’re trying to get away!

The surroundings are beautiful; you are basically inside a giant red sandstone canyon with two rivers meeting up in the town center. Steamboat Mountain

I realized on the last day there that it reminded me of Malibou Lake and perhaps that was why I was so at ease..

Only about 20 minites to Boulder and 30 to Estes Park, it is just the kind of place I enjoy…

Away but not too far away.

Perhaps the future holds a home for us there; it’s hard to know what the road ahead holds, but until you choose a branch to take, you’ll never get close to anything other than your own stinky self…

Sign me up.