That Easy, Peaceful Feeling

My mom just had surgery, so I've been playing nurse maid. Her being laid up also means that I have to drive the Mustang, since our other car is a manual trasmission and I don't know how to drive those (amazing, I know, but not all that uncommon in the States.) Darn. I've come up with a few requirements for riding in a convertable over the last few days. First, your hair has to blow, at least some of it. I do tie half of mine back so that it doesn't blind me and, well, we won't think about what might happen next if I didn't. The second one is the music. It has to be good convertable music. I don't really have strict guidelines for this, but you just know if it's good or not. So far I've experimented with Bruce Springspreen (The Rising) and The Eagles (probably their greatest hits album). Both have proven to be pretty good choices. My mom thinks Savage Garden is good, but I beg to differ on that one. I'm open to any further suggestions.

This morning I took a little joy ride and drove over a mesa that sits on the south side of my town--one of my favorite places, after stopping by my favortie bakery to pick up a wee treat. I took some photos for you to see. They're not the best, because, well, I took them while I was driving. It probably wasn't the best idea I've ever had, but I didn't actually look at the screen and there wasn't much traffic, so it wasn't too stupid. I don't advise this during your driving test, Michelle. Enjoy...


The bit sticking up is called Mount Garfield, the rest fo the mountains around it are the Bookcliffs. It's not actually going downhill... NB Blue skies.










Peach Orchards.




Again, Mount Garfield, with vineyards and orchards in the foreground. I took this one last summer.