“What I like about photographs is that they capture a moment that's gone forever, impossible to reproduce.” ~ Karl Lagerfeld

These are the memories we will never let go. It seems like it was just yesterday we were treasure hunting with Grace. We discovered Geocaching and M and I went on some wonderful outdoor adventures around our region like Merrickville and Kemptville searching for the secretly hidden geocaches. Grace helped us find them all. Although there are mixed views on the game and I understand the dangers associated with it, we still love playing the game. The clues, the puzzles, the mystery and stories, the thrill of the adventure of finding the cache in the most unexpected secret location are all part of the fun of geocaching and besides that its a wonderful excuse to take a walk in nature, breathe in the fresh air and bring your dog out for a walk, sadly we will miss having Grace on our next hunts.

“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal***From an Irish Headstone” Richard Puz

STRESSED OUT ~ TAKE THE RIDE

Love The Bike!

At last, the wait is over! Father and daughter took a chilly motorcycle ride on hubby's Triumph 900 yesterday, 40 minutes after he landed from Saskatchewan. Two weeks ago the weather was beautiful, warm and perfect for riding. While hubby was away at work I drove our truck, which totally is my pet and caught myself waving at the riders on the motorbikes that passed me on the road as if I was on a bike myself and immediately wishing hubby were home, only because he’s got the biker’s license : ) Who would have thought a bike could do this to a girl, for that matter, an over the hill gal like me?

I never thought after 40 years my love and passion for motorcycles would still be with me but taking that first ride on the bike when hubby took me to Merrickville was beyond exhilarating. The pastoral countryside in Plein air was breathtaking, literally. The scents of burning wood and freshly cut grass were extensions to the visual experience only to evoke more of my undying love for the open fields of the countryside.

Once you take that first motorcycle ride there is no going back, thou maybe back in time to when you were twenty-something for there is definitely something magical about riding a motorcycle. It makes you forget time, space, unhappy thoughts; your mind becomes an interior pastoral, sylvan landscape and what therapy that is! And one step beyond it would be riding with the warm wind in your hair.

Thinking back, I was brought up on motorcycles and Vespa’s back in Italy when I was a mere five-year-old child. My uncles Mario and Titti would offer me rides on their bikes in exchange for cigarettes I would have to loot from my sleeping mother who worked the night shift at the hospital.

And then I met my husband 14 years later all because I asked for a motorcycle ride on his Kawasaki 400.

So I suppose it really shouldn’t have been such surprise to me how much I adore riding!

I'm next Stan!

Playing Hangman ......