Bert and Maizie were down at the swimming hole on Lewis Creek the other day. Saturday it was. The sun was bright hot and these two lovers had found a nice patch of shade near the tire swing tree where they could sip iced tea and watch the youngsters.
Billy had to get his chores done early. It was the heat, of course. Now that it's summer, he no longer has to escort the kids across the street while Martin holds the sign. No kids at the crosswalk for a couple of weeks now.
Windy Wilson was on the prowl, this beautiful Independence Day morning, searching the neighborhood for something to do for others. He decided to let his weekly day helping others come on the Fourth this week, because he was feeling very American.
Let's see ... he thought ... I can circumlocute over to Mrs. Hennessey's and see if her flower garden needs weeding. She's got very close veins and the sugar diabeets, and getting around ain't easy.
The Colorado State Fair's General Entry Department provides an opportunity for all Coloradans to participate in the Fair. Whether its needle arts, floriculture, field crops, pantry, or a number of cooking competitions, there's room for anyone who wants to compete for blue ribbon glory.
The closed-season school board meeting was called to order half an hour late by its chairman, J. Buckdancer Alcott, because the board members saw Windy Wilson sitting in the audience.
Windy had no children, and he sure as sugar wasn't a teacher, but he could talk. And he was patiently biding his time. Despite the board's foot dragging through the agenda, Windy didn't give up and go home.
Artists throughout Colorado are busy preparing their artwork for the Colorado State Fair Fine Arts Exhibition. The popular and prestigious part of the annual event showcases original artwork by Colorado residents.
All artwork chosen for the exhibition will be on display in the Fine Arts Building during the entire length of the Fair. Two divisions for artwork submission are being offered: Emerging Artist and Professional.
Well, the bears are out now and will be until late fall, so maybe a bear tip might be in order. As a guide and outfitter emeritus - and emeritus is Latin for "I'm too danged old to pack moose meat out on my back" I'll talk a bit about ol' ursus.
If you're in dangerous bear country, some people tell you to wear a little bell that tinkles, and the bear hears this and says, "Oh, that must be a person, and I'll bet it's a nice person, too, so I'll just amble off this way."
"Salamander sandwiches and great Grecian toads!" said Dud, lurching into his never-really-assigned position at the Mule Barn truck stop's philosophy counter and world dilemma think tank.
Mavis stood there holding the pot of Farmer Brothers coffee as she waited for Dud to flip his coffee mug to the correct upright position.
"You want some coffee before the toads are done?" she asked.
"Sure," Dud said, laughing. "Just practicing my epithets."
Mavis poured. "When you die you want toads and salamanders on your headstone?"
It was the kind of picnic he'd remember for quite a while, he knew. It didn't take place at the village park, where folks would normally go, but down along Lewis Creek. There weren't any tables there, or fire rings, or restrooms. It was just a grassy patch down along the creek.
But when the Delgado family invited him to the picnic, he accepted and bought some soda pop for the kids. Jaime Delgado spread the blanket out and his wife, Maria, opened the basket.
Steve waited until all the horses went through the sale Saturday morning (I mean, you never can tell when the world's perfect horse will be sold for a buck and a half, which was about what he was carrying). Then, when they started on the cull cows, he looked at his companions questioningly, and they nodded and rose en masse and walked out into the yard.