“Live Life In Full Bloom”
The Heart And Charm Of Ash Hollow, Nebraska
Many people have remarked that there isn’t much to see in Nebraska. Well, get off of the interstate and do some exploring if you have time. This gallery of photos was taken in the Ash Hollow State Park area just east of Lewellen (one of our favorite places to camp). The Lewellen State Aid Bridge is definitely a “must see”. The entire area is full of western history as well as wildlife and breathtaking views of rolling hills with Cedar trees. If you are lucky, you may even get to see some Elk. That’s right! ELK!! Here’s to the heart and charm of Ash Hollow, Nebraska. Yes, we are the best of friends!
“The Garden Of The World Has No Limits Except What Is In Your Mind”
This may look like a clump of weeds to some, but, to others, this is one of Wyoming’s most beautiful and finest wildflowers. In the Spring, our country sides are filled with it turning hills and prairies into purple and blue…and sometimes even white. Here’s to the precious and magnificent “Wyoming Lupine”.
“A Yellow Rose Life Celebration”
“He Has Made Everything Beautiful In It’s Time” ~ Ecclesiastes 3:11
“To Plant A Tree Is To Believe In Tomorrow”
We planted this Radiant Crab Apple tree in 1988. It’s amazing how much it’s been through. For every year and season, it tells a story. From everything that’s effected it from harsh Wyoming winters and spring storms (and even a tornado) to it’s Spring and Summer peace and radiance, it just keeps on growing and living….a true message to “keep on keeping on” no matter the gifts and the struggle.
“If We Could See The Miracle Of A Single Flower Clearly, Our Whole Life Would Change”
“If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.” ~ Hindu Prince Gautama Siddharta
“Let Us Dance In The Sun, Wearing Wildflowers In Our Hair” – Susan Polis Schutz
“Fall Into Winter Glow”
The Van Newkirk Gardens – A Piece Of Heaven
The Story Of Wyoming’s Indian Paintbrush
The First Indian Paintbrush
Once upon a time, a Blackfoot maiden fell in love with a wounded prisoner she was attending. The maiden realized that her tribe was only nursing its captive in order to torture him later. She planned an escape of the prisoner, accompanying him for fear of the punishment for such a deed. After some time in her lover’s camp she grew homesick for a glimpse of her old camp. She finally went to the site of her old camp, hid in the nearby bushes Continue reading “The Story Of Wyoming’s Indian Paintbrush”
Blooming Sally In The Tetons
“Summer Joy On Muddy Lake”
“When Flowers Sing A Colorado Rocky Mountain High”