koko's corner

I just love driving through the Imperial and Yuma Valleys, there is always something going on. 

This trip wheat was in the fields. When I drove through in December it was cabbage.

I love the different shades of green that is on one single stock of wheat.

Oh, I can smell the bread baking now.

And that's that

I bought a pair of Crocs this weekend. 

I know, I know, they are considered the fashion disaster of the decade but...

I bought my own domain name, kokoscornerblog.com. I even got brave and went into the bowels of TypePad and GoDaddy and changed the necessary settings to make it happen.

I've been wanting to do this for the longest time, but I just didn't feel confident enough in myself to make the changes. Heck, I didn't want to link to "who knows what" in "who knows where" and embarrass myself. 

Last week I bought a great Dummies book called TypePad for Dummies. They make the whole process clear, concise, easy and painless.

I'm excited now, to go through the rest of the book and see what other cool things I can do with my blog.

So here I am at www.kokoscornerblog.com Whoop, Whoop. 

Thanks for being here with me. 

As you know I'm visiting dear daughter and family this weekend. We squeezed out a few minutes yesterday to get artsy and make a necklace for Erika.

If I remember my beads right, the stones are landscape stones. We threaded them with black onyx and Hill Tribe silver.

We used a beautiful sterling silver hook and eye clasp.

Want to see the one I made for me?

I left early yesterday morning to come visit Erika, BJ and the boys for the weekend.

Since it's been so icy I didn't want to start off until after the sun came up and started warming things up. If I wasn't so lazy, I'd get up early on weekends also so I could drive around and get some great morning shots. 

I had to stop and get this shot of the fog that covered Boulevard.

I thought it looks so beautiful the way it settled down around the mountains and hills, then...

I realized I had to drive through it, Yikes!!!

I have meet some very interesting people. Some I've met in grocery stores and some alongside the roadways. 

On my way home from work I noticed this gentleman alongside the road. Of course I had to turn around and go meet him. 

He is David Armstrong, Painter-Artist.

He was painting the Gaskill's stone store museum, the site of the Famous shoot out at Camp Creek. 

He is a local artist and he also has a studio in the Borrego desert. He also has some art for sale in a studio in Alpine CA.

He's a very interesting man and from what I could see a very good artist. He works in oils, watercolors and acrylics

Unfortunately he has become allergic to the oil paints so he has to wear gloves while painting with oils.

If you would like to see any of his art you can contact him at,

[email protected]

Like I said before, I love my commute.

On my way to and from work I drive past a few pastures. Sometimes they are serene with nary a beast in sight. But lately,

this pasture has been teeming with the activity of the little ones. 

One of the many things I like about living in the backcountry is our little Mom and Pop grocery store.

I go here when I need meat and to pick up a few things. Even though it's ten miles away, It beats driving double that to shop at a major market I'm not crazy about anyway. And we have on the premises a real...

living, breathing, butcher. Yes, a cut the meat himself, nothing plastic pre-wrapped butcher.

That's my prime rib roast sitting up there on the scale.

He started working with his dad, who was a custom butcher, when he was ten years old and has been been a butcher ever since.

Let's look at the meat cases.

Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness,
Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve;
Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

Refrain

Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves,
Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves,

Sorry, but this has been going through my head ever since I drove through Yuma, AZ on my way home from Lake Havasu. 

Miles and miles of cabbage were being harvested. Feeling very sacrilegious, but unable to control myself, I was singing bringing in the cabbage-es

Look at all that cole slaw.

My oldest grandson Jeremy has had his eyes in the sky for a few months now. 

He got his first remote control airplane for his birthday in October.