Downtown this morning.

Welcome back, Cee! Glad you are healing!
I am living near Slope Creek and Canyon Brook. However, I have not found the creek or the brook. These are street names. The wildflowers here are blooming along this concrete ditch at the farm kitty corner to me. The farm has cattle and sometimes I hear roosters in the mornings.

Do these look like giant delicious rolls?
Or maybe the front one is the Starship Enterprise and the back one is an enormous rabbit chasing it.
I do miss bakeries. I still go in with my daughter and sniff all of the delicious aromas, but I can only eat the things without gluten. Never mind, I could eat whatever I wanted for half my life.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: bakery.
The parents were working to keep up with the young adults at Arches. My daughter complimented me on bringing water, a hat, sunscreen and keeping up.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: parenting.
I like it when you can see the rain coming, the cloud in the distance with the rain coming down in lines and strands. I can smell the ozone and everything waking up in the rain, as if all the plants are talking to each other. “Oh, here it comes and I am so thirsty!”

“Wait, that’s a bit too much!” “Eeeee, hail!”
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: rain.
The Grand Valley, mesas, sky and clouds shift through every color. Glorious.
This is zoomed in to the Colorado National Monument in the early morning. The light and shadows are wonderfully dramatic and change by the minute.
I won’t trudge to work today. I was mildly sick the last two days and am better today, so I am happy to go. Hoorah for feeling better.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: trudge.
And two songs from The Yes Yes Boys, 2004, here.
I do just what I please:
Make it easy:

The sky and cloud colors here are so amazing.
And here the cloud is the road runner.

This is an early morning moon.

And clouds just straight up.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: rally.
A redwing blackbird exchanging calls with me, flashing his colors.
It’s not a flower, is it? But for Cee anyhow.
I took this with my Panasonic F150, zooming in, walking part of the Blue Heron loop along the Colorado River. Wow! Not truly ragged, but think if instead of combing our hair, we had to clean and arrange all of these fantastic feathers! The heron demonstrated many spectacular neck positions and can fan out the feathers in amazing ways. I tried not to disturb her too much.

Done for now.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: ragged.
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