Huckleberry picking at Priest Lake is the best I have ever seen. The planets must be in perfect alignment. Rose and I picked for only an hour on Saturday and each of us had over a quart of huckleberries. I have a new secret place. But I can be had!! We now have enough berries in the cabin refrig to provide a summer of huckleberry pancakes. :-) yummmReturned home on Sunday in time for my "sleep study". Yes, they did confirm that I sleep at night, but only after first tossing and turning for well over an hour and then frequent wake up calls thereafter. I go this afternoon to get fitted for my new sleep helper thingie. I was told I have moderate sleep apnea. Hope it helps. I'm tired of being tired. I personally think a lot of this sleep dysfunction is simply old age. And there ain't no cure for that!
I took the picture of the robin this weekend after I had reviewed my writing on Brandon' death. It's so true that we don't appreciate life's gifts until after they are gone. Of all the pictures of the birds of Cambria, I have none in that collection of the lowly robin, a common bird but one of my favorites. What a bleak place our world would be without this bird's songs, both morning and evening, it's curious routine in scoping out "worm" possibilities, and it's joy in running threw the sprinkler. What would life be without the familiar sound of its song after a rain storm?
Once again I have been reminded to enjoy those moments in between life's tests and trials! One of cancer's lessons.
Gordon, et al
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