Wow we have been glued to the television these last four days, with Downton Abbey the first three seasons and now the football game. Can you believe that scramble a great game, yahoo we won.. Oh well the weather outside is dreadful and we have gotten all caught up on our chores so why not...Downton Abbey was great we stayed up until 2:00 last night and are now followers. I can hardly wait for this seasons opening, what a great show...Even Jerry was hooked, he may say he did it for me, but he was the one ready to start watching at 2:00 in the afternoon. He cannot fool me he loved it, we sat side by side to the very end and what a sad ending. It was fun sharing the Abby's family adventures both of us enthralled and sharing our opinions about what was going to happen next. Jerry did good it was the best Christmas gift in a long time.
Thursday we went for a ride and past the Gig Harbor Park at the head of the bay, and I saw it we turned around. There it was the most beautiful wood carving we turned around and took a closer look here are some pictures they do not do this work of art justice. The fantastic art talent in Gig Harbor and the Peninsula is incredible I take my hat off the SAW DOGS what a work of art thank you Gig Harbor for recognizing this talent and sharing it with us. They will be adding a new and Maritime play station also, our little town is stepping up for sure.
JMS WOOD SCULTURE
JEFF
APPEARED ON SAW DOGS SHOW
Fantastic don't you think,
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again