Mission Accomplished

Imagine this: You're sitting on the back porch, cold sweetness fills your mouth with euphoria, a yellow rosebush stands out in the twilight, the smell of roasting peppers and tomatoe plants fills the air, the soft whisper of a page being turned disrupts the cool breeze. This is how my evening was spent, eating this, a caramel sundae with cherries-



and listening to Keith Urban and reading my newest book

This is how I've decided to reward myself for getting through the year with a steady 4.0 GPA and ready myself for the summer nights ahead. Mission accomplished, let summer begin.

Ce'st La Vie

Today I helped at the Silver Creek field day. I cheered for Sophie while she ran with the torch, I gave ribbons to kids fifty-yard dashing, and I measured the distance that small children could jump. Thinking that I could beat my partner Natalie to a random chair found at the long jump station we were working, I attempted to sit down on it, not knowing that she had moved the chair away and.... fell to the ground. And then, thinking again that I could look cool and jump really far, I did so except, the grass was wet. I did jump far but, my foot slipped. I thought I did a backflip because I saw the sky and then the ground but I guess my head was just rolling around. Again, the ground and I met. I escaped from serious injury, except for those made to my pride. I should've known it would happen but, hey, that's life.

Violin

Today, I'm going to tell you about the time I fell in love. It's not what you'd think though.
It was a warm February day and I had my sixth grade registration packet in hand. Stay with the trombone or try something new? It was the question that had been racing through my mind all day. I pulled out my registration form yet again and looked at my choices. Band, orchestra, or choir. I knew choir was out of the question as I had hated it the one year I'd been in it in third grade. I was getting tired of having chapped lips from the trombone and figured that none of the other band instruments sounded very fun. The cello and viola crossed my mind but the violin was the one that stuck. Later that day, I found that my mom had borrowed my aunt's violin so that I could test it out. I drew the bow across the rough strings, probably creating a nasty sound but I immediately knew that the violin was the instrument for me.
    Now, this is my second year playing the violin and I've signed up to be in orchestra for next year as well. I've clearly made progress from tooting out wobbly notes on the recorder and sliding around on the trombone. Playing violin is one of my passions and I hope it stays that way for a long time.   

Fiddling Around

Art of the Thomases

This painting is called "The Garden of Promise" by Thomas Kinkade. He just died at the age of fifty four.


"Mountain of the Holy Cross" by Thomas Moran
            Both of these Thomases have super amazing paintings. Look them up and you'll seen the full bounty of their art. These are just a few I liked.