The Bronco Contract

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It is a little known fact that when one enters the world via a hospital in the beautiful Mile High City or surrounds one does so promise to adore and aptly cheer for the Denver Broncos.  It is the escape from the mundane work week and a piece of our genetic makeup.  Its highs and lows are taken quite seriously here in Bronco country.

With tens of thousands of new folks flocking to our magnificent state, not by covered wagon, but by way of moving vans full, it is expected that more and more rival team goers will be in our midst.  They, of course, will be jovially sneered and expected to convert.

For one does not grow up with the likes of John Elway as the local quarterback and not feel a bit of privilege and smugness.  Manning, himself, a miraculous image in my mind, as at times I hobble up the stairs to my apartment with my bum knee, and the great Manning is only two years younger than I nimbly and fiercely playing ball.

And so it is my duty as a native and loyal Coloradoan to proclaim….GO BRONCOS!

(and even if the dust settles tomorrow and for some odd reason we lost the great battle, Bronco fans everywhere will hold their heads up high and proclaim once again….GO. Broncos.)

Early Autumn

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The school bus rambles down the main road as the sun hovers low while slowly making its ascent.  Sounds from the football field yonder bring to mind glorious fall days; of young men running, yelling, crowds in the small town bandstands cheering.  The leaves are turning brilliant shades of gold in the highest cottonwoods.  Autumn has snuck in early whispering cool breaths in the early morning hours and in the evening too.

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My mother’s 61st birthday is today.  I hope she has a wonderful day!  We always considered her birthday to be in summer.  We didn’t start school until September and the days were still hot.  Summer arrived late this year and it seems she was only visiting on her way to Tahiti for the next season has arrived in her place.

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Autumn is my favorite time of year but I am not ready for the impending cold that accompanies.  I long for a few more months of warm summer days.  The air is crisp and bright full of birdsong and daytime warmth.

I sigh.  “Alright Fall, you can come in.  I’ll get my sweater.”

A January Weekend

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Saturday shone bright and warm, full of tall snow capped mountains and warm, piercing sun that filled us with light.  We headed to Woodland Park for a winter market.  We haven’t been there since Nancy passed away and since we were the 5 Farmgirls.  I was surprised by the outpouring of support and joy in seeing us again.  We went as Pumpkin Hollow Farm and Garden Fairy Apothecary.  Each market worker hugged me as I came in.  Folks stopped by the table and recognized me.

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“You’re the goat lady!” one gal said.

I wasn’t sure if she was remembering me or Nancy.

She said, “You used to come with your sister!”  Sister, yes, just not biological.

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It was me that she meant because her son came over to the table and when she asked if he remembered me he replied enthusiastically, “Yes, she’s the goat lady!”  He remembered when I would bring the baby goats on a leash and let kids bottle feed them.  It left an impression and he was excited for this year’s goats to come to the market.

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It was good to be back and we look forward to the remaining winter markets and this summer Emily and Maryjane will be joining me once again at the Woodland Park farmer’s market.

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Sunday was a lovely day as well.  We taught a soap making class and friends came to visit.  Our Broncos did not win their game but Maryjane filled the disappointment with laughter.  She is full of fun and hugs and surprises.  Dressed in her Bronco best, she makes the most darling cheerleader.  She sat on the couch hooping and hollering next to Papa with a kitten on her lap.

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The snow began to fall thick and blanketing as we came home last night from dropping Maryjane off with her mother.  This morning a foot of snow lay glittering and peaceful across the expanse of space.  Doug was insistent that we could make it to Elizabeth for him to work at the coffee shop so we did our best to get out of the driveway only to get stuck in a snowdrift a mile down the road.  Our neighbor’s son came along and helped us out and we toddled back to the house ready to embrace the snow day at hand (which means housework and taxes but maybe a bit of reading and relaxing will take place too!).

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I am warmly humbled by old friends and acquaintances, reliable, friendly neighbors, and wintery weekends mixed with sun and snow.  Back in my snow globe away from the world I am warm and comforted by winter’s encompassing embrace.  Back to the garden books with a cup of hot chocolate I go.