..nevada outlaws..

Mason is on a traveling baseball team. over the weekend he played in a tournament in elk grove, ca. sadly, they lost all 3 games :( better luck next time boys...
even with 3 losses, mason still had a smile on his face

batter up

leading off

stealing 2nd

ready position

..histoplasmosis..

{a fungal infection inhaled during the cleanup of pigeon droppings}

i am beyond fed up with these dirty infested creatures. we have a couple that are nesting under the eaves in our courtyard, and i am sooo sick of sweeping up feathers and their aesthetically displeasing droppings. they are disgusting. i can't take it anymore. go.elsewhere. you are not liked here. go away.

..5 am + wilbur may park = reno ballon races..

..autumn..

this morning you could feel it in the air. crisp cool air. love the colors. love the feel. love the smells. my favorite time of the year.

..what's next..

thank you all for you comments and for being loyal GH customers. sorry to leave some of you dissapointed...but it's what needed to be done. most of you are curious as to what our next chapter will be. matt has a business that he and some buddies are working on, but he didn't want me to go into any detail because it is still in the early stages. they are very optimistic though, and the results they are seeing look very promising. once he starts working on this "full time" i will let you in on more! for the time being, he has a real 8-5 job, and is really hoping this new business works out because he likes being his own boss!

..closing a chapter..

it is with mixed emotions that we close this chapter of our lives. Great Harvest has been our life for the past 16 years. monday we closed our doors. we will miss our loyal customers, our hard working employees, being a part of the community but most of all, our endless supply of bread. not just any bread, but the best bread there is. Great Harvest bread is the only bread that my kids know and love. yesterday it was painful to have to buy bread from somewhere else. my kids felt the pain as well. when i got it out to make french toast this morning (it's what we eat every morning) this is what i heard, "that bread looks sick, i am NOT going to eat it. where did it come from?" "this bread is disgusting!" breakfast was just not the same. when ashlan got home from school she informed me that she only had a few bites of her sandwich for lunch because the bread was "the sickest thing ever!" luckily, there still is a GH in town (the store we sold a year ago) and i will be making the 15min. drive to get our fix of GH bread (and chocolate chip cookies) so we all don't starve to death.

..missing home..

This is the first summer since graduating from high school, that I wasn't able to go home.
I didn't think I would get homesick, but I am. Here are a few things we are missing...

the quiet, peaceful little valley, rainy afternoons, sitting in the back yard visiting, watching cousins play, 4-wheeler rides, golf cart rides, walking to the barn to see the animals,

going to the ranch, helping papa brand, getting dirty, playing in the river, swimming,

having a bon-fire with cousins, eating paletas, going to casas, riding in back of papa's truck,wide open spaces, staying outside until dark, aunt Deannas homemade ice cream, Sunday dinners, no schedules, riding horses, fishing in the pond, my affordable hair dresser, a maid,

Nandy & Papa, gigi, aunts & uncles, cousins, and the best part of all...bubble baths in nandy's tub!

Mexico...tierra bendita, you will be missed. You will always be home.