Welcome to Labor Day 2026 edition, where throughout the US and its territories we will celebrate and acknowledge the contributions of workers. Every first Monday of September we honor the labor and union movements (if you work 40 hours or less a week, you can thank unions) and the role all workers have made to the strength and well-being of the nation. For those who still work, we usually have the day off and usher in the new school year (though most schools have been in session for at least a week, many longer). Many consider Labor Day as the unofficial last weekend of summer with BBQ get-togethers often being a frequent pastime as well as any number of retail sales events.
A brief history of Labor Day indicates that as the trade and labor movements began to grow, calls for a day commemorating workers’ contributions were proposed. As a long time progressive state on social issues like this, Colorado was one of the first five states to enact legislation recognizing Labor Day (Oregon was the first) to officially make it a public holiday back in 1887. Labor Day became an official national holiday in 1894. Our friends in Canada also celebrate “Labour Day” on the first Monday in September.
Following the deaths of workers during the Pullman Strike of 1894, Congress unanimously approved legislation making Labor Day a national holiday and it was signed into law by Grover Cleveland shortly after the end of the strike.
Yesterday I provided some help to a friend moving into her new townhome (talk about irony) so today I plan to take it easy today. Wilson has gotten a head start on relaxation and rejuvenation. We both wish you a safe and lovely holiday. Do you have any special plans for today?
Happy first Friday of September, campers. How you like my snooter today? I was trying to get Mum to pet me while she was working on typing this post. She said she’d give me her undivided attention in a bit. Meanwhile I’m cranking my neck and she’s not taking the bait. Harumph. I got gypped.
Anyway, September is a big month for our family because there are lots of birthdays this month including Mum’s Dad who turned 96 on September first. She’s hoping he passed the longevity gene to her since she’s getting to be a bit long in the tooth. As she typically does on his birthday, she made him a batch of beef jerky that turned out pretty nicely. Three days after giving him his gift (Mum delivered it in person last Friday when she went to visit him), he told her on Monday that it was halfway gone. Sounds like he liked it. Mum was shocked at the price of beef and wonders how people can afford it. She’s a vegetarian and prices her groceries are expensive enough these days but beef…well that’s definitely out of her league. Wilson here. As always, we’re joining the pups from Adventures of the LLB gang. Don’t forget to check out other posts by clicking on the link.
Wilson: So last weekend, Mum went to visit her great granddaughter at her house. Her grandma from Hawaii was visiting and we had a nice visit. Every week when Mum sees Halia, she’s blown away by how much she changes. She’s been on a talking tear lately and enjoys conversations that this little 2 year old has with adults. She’s totally hilarious.
The Mum: Yes, she really is hilarious. We had a spirited conversation about one of her cats, Terrance. ‘Terry’ was the shy kitty of the two that Halia’s Mum rescued from her vet clinic last summer. The other one, Phillip was always more outgoing. Whenever I’m there visiting, I almost never see Terry but last weekend, it was the exact opposite. Terry was all over me and was super intrigued with my backpack. He kept rubbing all over it and then he’d come over to me and rub all over me. Not sure what he was trying to communicate but it was such a delightful surprise despite the fact that I’m fairly allergic to cats but he was so sweet, I simply couldn’t resist him. By the time I left, I was completely plugged up but at least my eyes weren’t swollen shut. It’s important to be grateful for small miracles, right? Terry is a gorgeous grey tabby whereas his brother is not. Phil is a beauty in a different way. I don’t even know how to describe his coat but it’s super soft and he’s quite the cutie. It resembles a wild animal but also is very soft.
Terrance – aka TerryPhillip – aka Phil & his brother Terry
Wilson: Do you think they’d be willing to play with me? They don’t seem to mind the dogs in the house.
The Mum: No telling but you tend to frighten kitties so I don’t take you with me when I go visit the baby.
Wilson: It’s not fair, Mum. I’m a good boy and people love me.
The Mum: I know House Pony. But you come across as a bit intimidating.
Wilson: {Gasp!} What? Mum, you cut me to the quick. I’m a lovable guy, really I am.
The Mum: You know that, I know that, but small kitties might not see that. Maybe some day. {changing the topic so as to deflect Wilson’s sadness} You know this weekend starts football season. As in American football; folks here call football, soccer. It looks like our neighbor, Giddy Goose is all set for the season.
Wilson: He’s even dressed in the local team’s colors. That’s one outfit we’ve not seen before.
The Mum: Well you know I love sports, but my favorite sport is hockey so I’m gonna go on a quest to see if they have my favorite hockey teams jersey. Now that would be fun!
Wilson: Well, how do you think the Broncos will do this year? They were kind of less than impressive in pre-season.
The Mum: Well, it’s hard to say. They have broken the hearts of local fans for 67 years if you count the years they were in the AFL before the merger between the AFL and the NFL in 1970. I won’t get my hopes up too high and will patiently wait until the NHL starts it’s season at the end of the month before I get really worked up. I know a lot of people are celebrating the start of college football but we’ve got time to get involved in that though I wish I’d have seen the CU game. What a shocker to block the field goal in the final seconds to eek out a win. Congrats to the Buffs.
Wilson: That game sure did sound like a stunner. But enough sports, I still have one last pic from the flora from around the neighborhood. The red yucca is in bloom and boy is it impressive. I love walking past those plants along the hell strip. They sure are interesting to look at and they have some fascinating scents visiting around the plants. Sorry about the blur-the camera went off the reservation on focusing.
The Mum: Yeah, not sure what happened there but those pods steal the focus anyway. It’ll be interesting to see how they continue to change. Well that’s it from us. Sorry we don’t have a lot of photos this week. Our new neighborhood doesn’t have a lot of diversity like the old one had and thankfully we haven’t seen any Halloween inflatables. Yet. We hope that remains but we’ll see. This is our first autumn here so we aren’t sure what generally shows up. I suspect folks here are less inclined on that sort of thing. But we’ll see. Anyway, we send our best wishes for a terrific weekend. Have you got any special plans for this Labor Day weekend? We plan to just take it easy but hope we can get out for a few nice walks. Don’t forget to get outside and enjoy Nature in the last unofficial weekend of summer.
Happy last Monday in August which means we’re one day closer to autumn dropping…in a mere 22 days away. Woohoo! Another reason for us to celebrate is that we received a small shower yesterday. While it wasn’t much, it still was something and we’ll take it. And because it’s still Monday, while we’re celebrating the countdown and a tiny bit of moisture, we still need to start out the week with a smile. We hope you have a terrific Monday that carries over throughout the week. September…here we come!
Extra, extra…read all about it…did you know there’s only 25 days until Autumn arrives? Can I just say…whoopee. Welcome to this week’s episode of Nature Friday were we join our pals from Adventures of the LLB Gang. Don’t forget to check out what bits of Nature have been shared by others.
Wilson here. Today’s a bit of odds and ends with a splash of hope mixed in. While the time when the days until autumn begins to grow shorter, the weather hasn’t abated much. We were gifted a lovely shower on Wednesday evening and while it was brief, it was very welcomed. With daily alerts of air quality warnings popping up on Mum’s phone every day, it was a joy that the air at least felt clean, even if it wasn’t totally clean air. Early morning hours are the best to get out and get our walks in before it heats up.
The Mum: Hey there House Pony, so what have you got for us this week? I read something about odds and ends. Are you saying I’m not holding up my end on the photography?
Wilson: No, Mum. It’s just that we’ve been busy and photographic opportunities have been fairly plain and I know you like to find the unusual.
The Mum: That’s true, I think the landscape is starting to wane a little. But we did manage to find a few sights that give us a teensy tiny bit of hope that the landscape is getting ready to do its thing for our favorite season. I mean, just look at these Symphyotrichum, otherwise known as asters.
Wilson: Hmmm, those are kind of pretty. Endemic to North America (though there are some in the West Indies and Central America), asters have been introduced in Europe too. For all species, the ray florets can be white, pink, blue, or purple. When asters start blooming, it’s definitely a signal that Mother Nature is preparing it’s autumn line up of flowers. Big box stores are putting out buckets of Chrysanthemums, aka ‘mums’ for inclusion in urban gardens.
The Mum: I for one am welcoming asters and mums to the landscape. But I noticed this glorious Hibiscus is still going gangbusters along our daily walks. the flowers are gigantic!
Wilson: Is it just me or have we started to see some changes to the leaves in a few trees?
The Mum: I’ve done a double take along our walks at more than one tree that was ever so slightly starting to look a bit autumnal. I think I squealed when I saw this maple starting to turn red.
Wilson: In all fairness though, the changing colors could be due to stress from the relentless 90+F degree days (32.2C).
The Mum: You’re right, but I have noticed tiny spots on trees that are beginning. It’s still early on but at least it provides us weary peeps some hope that soon this summer of hell will be in the history books.
Wilson: I’ve begun to notice small spots of the cottonwood trees beginning to change. It’s kind of exciting to see them changing, though I know you’ll be picking up the leaves from now to forever.
The Mum: I noticed yesterday that even the thistle weeds are looking a bit bedraggled from the heat and lack of moisture. We are more than 5″ down on moisture according to one local TV station when reporting on the drought though as I noted above, we received part of the isolated showers that fell a couple of days ago. But overall, we’re still in a very severe drought.
Wilson: All we can do it hope and pray. In the meantime, we’ll look at the landscape and marvel at those hardy souls that can survive these conditions. Well that’s about it for us. Like everyone else this week, we were shocked and heartbroken that Dolly Parton earned her heavenly wings. Dolly was well known as a prolific songwriter, an award winning singer, actor and philanthropist. She was very committed to promoting literacy and the environment. Little Halia is a recipient of books from Dolly’s Imagination Library. Did you know that Dolly was a major contributor to wildlife conservation, local ecosystem protection, and climate-driven natural disaster relief as well as animal rescue directing her foundation’s efforts toward actionable, community-based environmental stewardship rather than through political lobbying efforts. She will always be loved by the world.
The Mum: We hope everyone has a lovely weekend and take time out to enjoy Mother Nature first hand.
Happy Monday! Do you ever feel like you’ve completely lost it? Things didn’t go quite as you planned? I think this chuckle fairly accurately describes it.
But all is not lost, Despite a bit of a minor hiccup this morning (a lost sock that somehow managed to wander away from its mate after a few minutes of searching for it but it eventually turned up), I’ve decided to consciously adopt a ‘bloomscrolling’ attitude for the day. Who knows, maybe one of those MIA Tupperware lids will show up. Hope springs eternal. Have a great Monday. Happy bloomscrolling today.
Welcome to another Nature Friday where we connect with those cute pups from Adventures of the LLB Gang where folks share slices of nature in their neighborhoods. Wilson here. Although I’m getting groomed later this morning…much to my chagrin, I told Mum I still wanted to narrate today’s post. So let’s get started, shall we? There’ll be a ton of photos for you to wade through.
Wilson: Ok, everyone, let’s go back to the museum, shall we? Here’s another view of the downtown skyline featuring the water feature/splash pad. And for the record, not a box cutter in sight, only folks enjoying being cooled off. Those jets were super powerful and you needed to make sure to not look directly in the jets to protect your eyeballs.
Splash pad pool
Wilson: After touring the World’s Largest Dinosaur exhibit, it was time to mosey down to the second level to check out the various exhibits in the North American, Edge of the Wild and Australia halls.
This 502 year old Ponderosa tree ring from the Colorado’s White River National Forest greeted visitors as they entered the exhibit hall. We all were fascinated how the way climate change was displayed over the years and how they lined up with the various historical events that took place during that tree’s life.
This massive 502 year old tree slice from White River National Forest – it had to be over 6 ft. in diameter
Wilson: Mum thoroughly enjoyed reading ‘how to make a diorama’ exhibit. She loves seeing how all those fascinating sights were created. The artistry of the various dioramas was so impressive, from the making of casts to the painting by with muralists of the backgrounds.
Let’s Make a Diorama!
The Mum: Muralists painstakingly create/paint the backgrounds to make the taxidermy look realistic and each rock, blade of grass, tree branch and leaves are meticulously put into place, one at a time. It’s quite astounding.
Dall Sheep are slightly smaller than Rocky Mountain BighornsThis massive moose reminded us of multiple moose attacks this year. You don’t want to mess with moose.Weasels posed in an autumn scene.Wolverines-sadly there is no active wolverine populations in Colorado-they were wiped out in the early 1900’s.Even though Colorado’s climate is too warm for muskox to survive here, I couldn’t help but marvel at the hoof prints depicted in the ‘snow.’
Wilson: There was such a variety of animals to see but I think this one was likely your favorite, wasn’t it Mum?
The Mum: Oh yes, I’ve always been intrigued with bats so this very cool diorama of them hanging from a rock wall really piqued my interest. It was incredibly realistic.
Wilson: {shudder} Not sure I would want to be around those squeaky things but you do you, Mum. Critters like these are probably more my style.
Sandhill cranesZebrasOryx antelopeLion prideLeopard at sunset
The Mum: It was so much fun walking through all the isles. It was almost unbelievable how truly lifelike various exhibits were.
Wilson: You managed to see quite a lot of animals. I’ll bet little Halia had a good time.
The Mum: She really did enjoy herself. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of that lion but she told me, “He’s pretty big” very nonchalantly. You gotta love how kids view the world around them.
Wilson: We all look at nature in our own ways. Well that’s it from us. I gotta get ready for a grooming and bath {ugh}. I still don’t understand why I get tortured like this every six weeks.
The Mum: It’s not that bad, Miss Sydney is super kind, you’ll get lots of praise and attention, you’ll smell great and be pristine clean. Besides, even though we’re technically past the “Dog Days of Summer” you’ll feel better with less hair insulating your body. It’s still very warm and I’m just trying to keep you comfortable.
Wilson: Trust me Mum, I’m comfortable just the way I am. I really don’t need your ‘help.’
The Mum: Sorry bud, we all have to do things we don’t like. But if you cooperate nicely, you’ll get through it quicker and can resume life as a lounge lizard in a few hours. Just focus on all the treat you’ll be receiving.
Wilson: Oh yeah, treats. Well at least I will be compensated for this abuse. Whatever you do, we hope you have a great weekend and are able get out and enjoy all the amazing sights nature provides us.
Happy Monday, Glitter Gremlins…hope you enjoyed a great weekend. For the record, it’s not spiders that bother me as much as that one nasty, buzzing all around your head mosquito while you’re trying to sleep. You know, the one you can’t seem to swat away and it’s too hot to pull the sheet over your ears so you don’t hear him but hey, I get it. This is what happens when you leave spiders alone…they likely will get that mosquito for you and you could be able to enjoy a nice rejuvenating sleep while they slink back into the dark places in the back of the closet. Just saying.
Here’s wishing you a peaceful night of sleep without any flying or crawling critters this week. Happy Monday!
Well, well, well…here we are for another Nature Friday where we’re joining the gang from the Adventures of the LLB Gang. Don’t forget to click on their link to see other slices of nature have been shared this week. This week we’re going to be featuring photos from last weekend’s visit to the Denver Museum of Natural History and Science. Wilson here. This is the money shot from the steps of the museum looking west toward City Park that shows the Denver downtown skyline with the mountains in the background (sadly it was somewhat cloudy toward downtown that day with smoke and ozone so the mountains are not very prominent). On a clear day, it’s an exquisite view and many a couple has had their engagement or wedding photos taken featuring the Boat House and skyline in the background.
Boat House on Ferril Lake at City Park
Wilson: Greetings mates. Like the movie Night at the Museum, we’re headed to the Natural History Museum and Science…only we’re doing it in the daytime and there won’t be any cameo appearances by Ben Stiller. Our family took the great-granddaughter out to see the latest exhibit of dinosaurs at Denver’s Museum of Nature History and Science to coincide with her captivation with dinosaurs lately.
The Mum: It had been years since I’d been to the museum and there have been many changes to the museum. The entrance still has the T-Rex greeting visitors but that’s where the similarities end. This exhibit featured the largest dinosaurs ever found.
Sauropod Exhibit Banner
Wilson: Not small are they? What did Halia think?
The Mum: Our little paleontologist had a blast. The museum has loads of interactive stops throughout the exhibit where kids can interact. She really enjoyed herself and was enraptured by the videos sprinkled throughout.
It’s behind me, isn’t it?
Wilson: Whoa, that is quite a big one! When dinosaurs ruled the earth I’m guessing things were a lot different on earth.
The Mum: You could say that. The museum invited visitors to explore the mind-bending biology and remarkable anatomy of sauropods — the largest land animals to ever live. From eating and breathing to reproducing, their size affects nearly everything that those animals do. With creative and thoroughly enthralling displays, including a towering, life-sized model of a 60-foot-long Mamenchisaurus, we were able to see beyond the bones and into their bodies to discover the mechanics as to how these titans lived on Earth millions of years ago.
Size perspective comparing 11 ft. tall leg of a Mamenchisaurus to an average human skeleton
Wilson: I had heard there are some impressive bones in the museum’s collection that actually were found in Colorado.
This Diplodocus femur bone was 145 million years old and found at Canon City
The Mum: You’re absolutely right, House Pony. We even were fortunate to watch the diorama creators meticulously working on making some models from the original bones.
Preserving the past
Wilson: Watching those folks preserving the past was mesmerizing. We watched them for a long while until they took a break.
The Mum: The kiddo had a great time in the Discovery Zone. Whenever there’s water around, she’s in the middle of it! And yes, she was pretty soaked but worth it to watch her having such fun.
Wilson: {shudder} Never, ever take me to the Discovery Zone, Mum. Okay?
The Mum: Deal, House Pony. I know how you feel about water and I’d never even consider taking you there. It was a bit of a mad house with all the kids running around, let alone with all the splashing.
Wilson: Whew. Yeah, that would not be my idea of fun. But it looks like she had a great time. Did she try to cook any eggs?
The Mum: Nope, in fact, we had to take her back to see them, she totally overlooked them. There was so much to take in and the exhibit had a lot of visitors that provided lots of distractions. But it was still fun. Next time we’ll share some of the (many) images I took in the main museum that featured lots of taxidermy creations in dioramas showcasing lots of interesting animals.
Wilson: Sounds like a plan, Mum. We hope everyone has a wonderful weekend and are able to explore their surroundings of the natural world. Cheerio!
It’s a sad day around the Ranch Barn. Today we learned that a wonderful blogger has passed. Helen Devries was an extraordinary human, not to mention a brilliantblogger. Our acquaintance began after she followed me, no doubt due to our mutual friend, Max the Maltese’s blog “Within the K Streets” (he now writes “Reiko’s Journey”after Max’s passing) that I followed back in the ‘Sam years’ when I first began blogging. When Sam earned his wings in 2020, she privately reached out to me to make sure I was ok, I was particularly touched. She and I bonded over our dogs and she had many, which she fondly referred to as “The Thugs” (I can only recall Black Tot, Scruffy, Mr. Darcy and Plush, though I know there were several others whose names I don’t recall). When Elsa passed last year, she reached out privately on Facebook to convey her condolences and shared a story about the aforementioned Black Tot who had suffered a seizure shortly after being attacked by a pack of dogs. She had also made a sizable donation to the rescue in Elsa’s honor for which I was particularly touch by her generosity as well as her sympathy.
I spent a fair amount of time re-reading years worth of Helen’s blog posts today. It made me laugh out loud between tears whenever she shared stories about the Thugs. We were nearly three years apart age-wise and given my recent health issue, her passing hit me extra hard. Mortality has a way to bringing things into a crisp focus. She had posted last month yet gave no hint that she was not well. Helen was never one to wax on about personal things, always being stoic and rarely giving mention of a hospital stay except in minor passing. Her Scottish hardiness was embedded in her comments and posts. She never complained beyond sundry dealings of aggravation with the local governmental bureaucracies she experienced in Costa Rica or the ongoing dispute with the ever oleaginous neighbor, Don Luis, and when she mentioned any malady, it was always downplayed. I knew she had been in and out of hospital over the past year or so but she never sought attention beyond casual mentions and always managed to bounce back.
Helen always entertained me with her stories of growing up in the 60’s in the UK on her blog. I always smiled watching her YouTube posts that further entertained me about her topic but often needed to look up the significance of them as I felt like such a plebian. I learned she had been a student of the London School of Economics and Political Science when we became Facebook buddies and her knowledge about historical goings-on and cultural matters was quite impressive. I got the sense she did not suffer fools lightly. One always needed to be on their toes when commenting on her blog and I never wanted to be considered ill-informed. You never casually breezed through one of her posts. You. paid. attention! She was a master with a pen, and I needed to educate myself on more often than not on historical matters lest I appeared to be yet another ignorant American. We’d go back and forth about the absurdity of governmental bureaucracy and she provided me with a wonder about UK history as much as my curiosity about European continent history. She seemed to possess an amazing historical and cultural knowledge of life and I was in awe of her. She and I talked privately about her beloved Leo (often affectionately referred to as a Higher Authority on her blog) and his health decline. She never complained about taking care of him when he was wheelchair bound and when moving him was challenging with her dodgy knee; she let me know about his passing via private message. She never sought any limelight and I so admired the two of them, stout of character with a lifetime of shared adventures. When she mentioned Leo had a property in Spain he was trying to sell, I so wanted to express interest but my life at that time was in a bit of shambles and I needed to make a conscious decision not to pursue it, tempted as I was.
Like those of you were familiar with Helen, I will sorely miss her wit and sardonic observations of life in general and her kind, generous comments. Tonight I will hoist a gin and tonic in her honor and sing the famous poem of Robert Burns, the Scottish poet. Rest in peace, dear lady-you will not be forgotten. May all of her Thugs receive a good ear rub tonight.
Auld Lang Syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
For auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
And surely ye’ll be your pint stowp!
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou’d the gowan fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fitt,
Sin’ auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere!
And gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak a right gude-willie-waught,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
Photo posted by her friend at Adullamite Blog with apologies for the filch
Rise and shine, campers. Welcome back to Monday. We hope you had a nice weekend. Wilson is patiently waiting for the day to begin. Be sure to have your volume turned on. He’s now ‘talking’ to his breakfast until he receives the all clear release. It always cracks me up to watch his little tail wiggling in anticipation and now he’s beginning to softly ‘talk’ to his bowl more frequently. This dog is hilarious.
It’s harvest time in Colorado and the Palisade peaches are arriving in grocery stores, farmer’s markets and fruit stands along roadways. It’s the best time of the year. Those juicy delicious fruit has me drooling just thinking about them. Which leads me to share another smile from our friend, Vince, the Sign Guy. Have a fantastic Monday and week!