I read a quote the other day that said, “Find what lights your fire and then chase that match.” I thought it was pretty appropriate considering my daughter had just given a speech last weekend about how to light your 4-H fire. She talked about the different people in her life that put wood on her fire to help feed it and make it grow.
The wind that issued the month of March is doing a good job of reminding us that winter is barely behind us. Lately there have been a few cold, windy days.
April Fool’s Day is coming up. So is Easter. This week’s column has a surprise that you can serve your family for April Fool’s Day, and it has another chocolate cake for Easter. Both recipes are from “1000 Recipe Cook Book” (1951), a cookbook that an elderly friend gave me about 35 years ago.
When I think about this year’s upcoming Easter holiday, I can’t help but marvel at how quickly the years have passed. Our sons grew up a while ago, and now our grandchildren have grown up, too. So, I doubt that we will have an Easter egg hunt at Pipi’s Pasture this year, but there have been lots of them out here in years past and oh, what memories we have!
January 1980 is a month I’ll never forget. It all started out about January the 7th. The previous spring I had a big hand in selecting the bulls we were gonna use on Albert and Louie’s heifers.
“The Divergent Series: Insurgent” may not go in an entirely new direction, but as a bridge between two other movies, at least it holds up even with the shaky foundation with which it started.
The election season is in full swing and the candidates are starting to make their run for the biggest prize American politics has to offer — commercial spots on television, radio and social media that bash the other candidate instead of describing how our country will be better for electing them to office.
There are two books in this week’s column, a biography and a book of outdoor activities for families. First of all, last week’s column was a review of “The Good Son: JFK Jr. and the Mother He Loved” by Christopher Andersen. I didn’t have room in the column for yet another biography, this one about Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis.
Spring is here. Finally. A season of change. A season of growth. A season of moving forward. While we all know spring still brings dark, snowy days once in a while, we have those green blades of grass that we’ll see soon.
In my new room the bed is next to a window that faces east which, much to my delight, resulted in my waking up to a beautiful sunrise. The sky presented a panorama of various shades of peach and pink, which mixed with cloudy white and blue thrown in to hold it all together. The blue of the sky changed color, deepening as the day became more apparent, resulting in a glorious day.
Easter is just two weeks away — can you believe it? The shelves in the stores are loaded with delicious Easter candies, mostly chocolate. It’s a challenge to push a cart down the candy aisle without loading it up with goodies. All of the thoughts about chocolate have made me think about a menu for Easter.
In 2000, I left the Yampa Valley and headed for the southern hemisphere to begin seven years of graduate school. Three flights and two days later, I arrived in Melbourne, Australia. When I stepped off the plane that first day in a foreign land I was met with the familiar sights of signs for American fast food and big-box stores. I was puzzled by the number of large barrels at the sides of buildings and cisterns on the skyline. These were unusual sights for me and likely would be for most Coloradans.
Since this column’s beginning, I’ve written quite a few stories about the Morapos School, within walking distance from our ranch home, where my siblings and I attended school. (Our brother Duane Osborn also attended the Hamilton School.)
Life itself — and scripture too — is invariably three steps forward and two steps back.
The newest adaptation of “Cinderella” has the unfortunate situation of two confining glass slippers, each made from different but demanding audience expectations. Whichever of these shoes fits best, the other probably won’t be happy.