Scenes from Round These Parts

Every Saturday morning, rain or shine, Jay and I do a boot camp class on a hill located beside the man made lack smack dab in the middle (ish) of our fair city.

When you arrive at the top of the hill via running, lunging, backpedalling or side stepping panting like a husky pulling a full sled at top speed, also known as coughing up a lung, you see our Alma matter to the far left across the water.

The next time up you might stare straight out as you attempt to put your lung back where it belongs and see this lovely view.

I never tire of the view. To the right is the Center of the Arts and to its right the Saskatchewan Legislative Buildings.

As an aside, why do all the venues have to have the sponsors name in them now? I revolt and refuse to learn the new names. I know it will work, they will stop the insanity.

The sky is purple in my world, why do you ask?

The hills is natural Prairie and is alive with pretty blooms this time of year. I think this year it is even more prolific due to the monsoon season that we had in early summer.

I think this next one might be alfalfa but either way it is a really pretty purple bloom

And the thistles have gone to seed.

And last but not least, my rant for today:

The world is not your ashtray, butt heads.