Sunday

These beautiful orchids are actually from my brother's office in Eugene.

Today we went to church, heard the Rosebud River Valley Boys play and then I made some carrot ginger soup in a BIG pot.

Then I polished silver of all things. My candlesticks were almost black with tarnish and I rubbed and rubbed. It's funny. That's one task I didn't mind so much as a kid: polishing silver. I liked how there was a such a before and after contrast. I tried to get Donovan to take my picture with the tarnished ones before he took my picture with the polished ones, but he didn't quite get them in the frame. I think there must be something symbolic happening in my life whenever I finally feel the urge to polish silver... too bad it only happens every few years!

After Dave came home the boys dried themselves on the sauna wood of our deck, and then we went to a small ghost town named Wayne where we had a barbecue farewell for Paul and Gio at the "Last Chance Saloon" (They take minors on Sundays.) We had fun with lots of Rosebuddies and the boys found a teeny church to crawl into (I kid you not.) It was fun to travel along the painted stripey badlands so we jetted out the hoodoos just in time for sunset before returning home. They're so remarkable.