Our flowering crabapple tree in the back yard put on a beautiful display of color this spring. The blossoms drew lots of bees, and Michele liked to stand under the boughs and listen to the "murmuring of innumerable bees."
Bees weren't the only ones who favored the tree. A band of six deer hangs out in our neighborhood, and one guy came into the yard to have a little nosh.
"Who you lookin' at?"
"I can't eat when I'm under this kind of scrutiny!"
When I was a kid, it seemed that all the kids in my class got to a) eat enchiladas every Wednesday at the S-Site cafeteria and b) go to Mesa Verde National Park. The Hansons seemed to go regularly, and the kids at school would say, "Oh, we went to Mesa Verde for the weekend." "We camped at Mesa Verde." "We always go to Mesa Verde."
I never ate at the S-Site Cafeteria until I a team leader at the lab, and I had never been to Mesa Verde. But on our way back home from Salt Lake City, we stopped and visited Mesa Verde National Park. Woo-HOO!
The Spruce Tree House is visible from the visitors' center, and you can tour the ruins without a guide.
The Cliff Palace, on the other hand, is off limits unless you have a ticket for a guided tour with a ranger.
People tossed coins onto a ledge by the Cliff Palace. Maybe they were making wishes.
"I wish I will stay on solid ground and not fall into the canyon."
It was hard to bring in the groceries at the Cliff Palace.
You can see the results of two lightning-caused fires from 2000.