Mogollon
The cool high country above, The burning deserts below, A precipice where dreams can begin, Or where they might just come true.
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Sonoran Spring
In the Sonoran Desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
Hailey
Our baby girl…one of the most beautiful miracles in life, One of the greatest joys Grandparents can ever know, and one of the reasons why there is a little extra sunshine, laughter and… Continue reading
Sausalito
We should move to Sausalito, Living’s easy on a house boat, Let the ocean rock us back and forth to sleep, And in the morning when the sun rise, Look in the water… Continue reading