Can't wait to dig into this garden goodness.
I'm think'in zucchini bread.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
a little miracle
About 6 months ago, I had been praying to the Lord that somehow someway I would meet a Spanish gal as a friend here in Denver. This seemed pretty farfetched to me ('cuz Spaniards just don't come to live in the western US), but I thought I'd just let God know the desire of my heart. After awhile, I had stopped praying about it and then eventually came to forget it.
Until today. At my Math training class today I was walking past a gal and immediately recognized the Spanish accent and thought "She can't be from Spain." It turns out we were in the same class today so at our morning break I approached her, and the two gals seated with her, and started speaking in Spanish and it turns out all three of them are from Spain!! One is from Barcelona, one from Pamplona, and the other from Zaragoza. We talked for about 10 minutes about Spain and what they're doing here. They will be teaching for DPS too! We exchanged numbers and hope to hang out soon for tapas. =)
All the while we were talking, my heart was bursting with happiness. I can't explain it. Whenever I speak Castillian, or hear it, or meet Spaniards, or am in Spain, or anything to do with Spain, my heart is complete. God gave me not 1 Spanish friend, but 3!!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Naomi's First Backpacking Trip
Buffalo Creek Campground where we spent our first night. 
The Castle in hazy dawn light. It's been an unusually wet summer for Colorado providing foggy mornings in the mountains and vibrant forest undergrowth.
Second night along Rolling Creek. It is such a comfort to hike all day and walk into a temporary home in the wilderness. 
The blue is our tent as seen from the trail.
The back-side of The Castle at sunset.
Desert Paintbrush.
Moonrise over the castle.
Columbine and Shooting Rockets.
Buffalo herd and Wigwam Creek waterfall. 
After a two hour deluge we emerged from our tent, started a fire and ate a needed dinner. The clouds dissipated just enough to let the rosy hues of sunset light the tree-tops and drifting fog above us. It was frigid and wet but well worth it. 
Extracting water from Wigwam creek.
This is our third night at Wigwam Creek. The creek darted in and out of elbows and tight hairpin turns, under giant boulders and over fallen trees. It is one of the most fun creeks I've seen. There were decently sized Brook Trout just off the shore, too.
On our way out we had to stop and capture the vast fields of wildflowers. The fields surface seemed to shimmer with color as breezes passed over. We were fortunate to have seen such an abundance of flora. One person we talked to said that due to Colorado's drought over the last 10 years, this kind of foliage has been non-existent. I'm glad we were able to enjoy it while it lasts.
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