Lilac Photography covered Heaven Fest!

September 2nd, 2010

Ellie is just one of my favorites!

 

http://lilacphotography.com/

I don’t know anything about photography, except that I love good photographs and especially when you are allowed to SEE something in a way you’d have neglected to look.  I love the photos that arrest me, cause my heart to beat faster, make me shake my head in wonder.  Uh-huh.  I do.  And Ellie does those.  I have some of the BEST photos of my family members from her work.

So, she roamed around and took pictures at HF this summer.  I wanted to share them and I have also included a few of the stories of Heaven Fest.  People have emailed us and Facebooked us and shared a little of their hearts.   There are hundreds of stories, these are exceprts from a few…

Some Photos from Heaven Fest www.heavenfest.com & some great stories, too!

Hello to the HF Team,
I’m sorry I had to work & was unable to hel and volunteerp.  However, want to thank you for the whatever you can afford tickets. My wife got hurt on her job and has been out of work for about 7 months now. I have a 15 year old son who wouldn’t have been able to go if it were not for this. My gratitude and thanks go out to ALL of you for what you do. Hopefully, next year, we will be doing better and I will be able to give more. I truly appreciate it!  Thanks Again!
B. E.  (& son)

 

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­JESUS! JESUS! JESUS!  The might name of Jesus was all  my family heard all day!!!!
I got the Whatever You Can Afford tickets because I have been jobless for 1yr and 8mo and I am going through a bankruptcy.
My 5-year old son made a friend in the ticket line and they shared a bag of chips, as they talked about how they were both (black and white) formed from the dirt that they were walking in. Jesus!
…I prayed with a father that was reaffirming his belief in Christ and prepared to baptize his son. My children joined me at the table (under the shade) and asked what they were doing and I explained what was being done, why it was being done and how it was done. My youngest said, “Alright Mom… lets go… I know Jesus… He died on the cross for me and you and brother.” I look at my oldest son, and he looked back at me. I was a little hesitant because we didn’t have extra clothes or towels… we didn’t have anything. The hesitation subsided and I signed all three of us up.   I told the volunteer that we had been through a lot in the last two years: homelessness, no employment, no money…And to the water we went… !!!!  I REAFFIRMED MY BELIEF IN CHRIST THROUGH BAPTISM, I BAPTIZED MY OLDEST SON AND MY YOUNGEST SON!!!
After the plunge in the lake my children and I were truly grateful and call it an added benefit because we were soaked from head to toe and no longer hot.  We were definitely comforted by the water and the wet clothes!

Thank you Heaven Fest!!!!  Thank you Jesus!!!

 

This was my first year volunteering and I can truly say it was a blessing.  Lifebridge Christian Church, leading up to Heavenfes,t had been preaching about 1 body 1 Christ and that is all I was thinking about on Saturday.  It doesn’t matter what church you attend but to come together for one day as brothers and sisters of Christ and serve together and make Heavenfest a success was an unbelieveable experience I will never forget.  God willing I will be there next year to help again.  ~Ana

 

 Thank God for your ministry and all the many people that worked so hard to make it happen.  My wife and I were blessed beyond words to be able to volenteer to help with the prayer team.  We live 150 miles away and had 23 from the church here in Yuma Colorado so we had limited ability to help.  We were assigned to a team to pray in stations all around the campus for 4 hours.  We took a couple of breaks to worship in the 24/7 worhsip and prayer tent.  We finished with a half hour prayer in the tower.  My wife is deathly afraid of heights and I was shocked that she would go up.  It was the most wonderful day of prayer my wife and I ever experienced.  I can not wait to come back and serve again.  I was so amazed at the mulitiudes of servants that were willing to give their all so that God could minister to so many.  A God work this awsome can not happen without prayer, great leadership and humble servents.  Our part was so small compared to so many but It meant so much to our lives.  D and L Smith

 

I decided to get my church, my youth group, and friends excited to go Heavenfest 2010. We all came out including two of my friends that really didn’t know about God one way or the other, but were excited to go to a massive concert with friends. We all had a great time… I convinced them to stay for the Sacred Assembly, and so we all settled down on the grass and waited for the sevice to begin. Not long into the service, both girls who didn’t know Jesus started crying and both looked and me and said “I didn’t know… I didn’t know that there was Someone out there that cared so much.” I smiled held them and said, well now you know. Both said afterward that for the first time they wanted to go to church, and they now understood why people got so ‘into’ worship services. They felt the power of Jesus. Thank you, thank you so much for this. I have tried for some time to get these girls to even want to talk about God, and in one night, they not only wanted to talk about God, they were believing in Him!”  S.V.

heaven fest was awesome.  at the hardcore stage…Chad Johnson of Come and Live (great guy get him for next year) asked us to raise our hands if we were dealing with depression so that we could be prayed over.  i did this and found everyone around me had laid there hands on me and was praying for me.  i had never felt this touched in my life i found myself weeping for joy.  It ranks as one of the most life changing experiences of my life.

 

Hi everyone!
 
Just wanted to say what a blessing it was to serve at heavenfest! 
I personally was the recipient of a miracle during heavenfest:  I hadn’t felt well since the birth of my 6th child almost 2 years ago.  I think that I have a calcium deficiency as a result of having a baby so late in life and I have a hernia, were my abdominal wall is weakened and tearing due to heavy lifting and childbirth .   I had extreme weakness and pain in my joints and I was unable to lift or bend without experiencing a painfull tearing sensation in my stomach.

 I  felt exhausted and weak and had barely been able to function from day to day which had made me very irritable and hard to live with. When heavenfest contacted me and asked me to be a retail manager this year, I started praying for the strength to serve. 

At the leadership meetings, which -by the way -were unlike any meeting I had ever attended, I felt the Lord strengthening my spirit and preparing me to be his hands and feet!  I felt an energy welling up inside of me and a calming peace and confidence overwhelming me.  During heavenfest I was completely pain free!!!!  I carried heavy boxes, cases of water, and equipment up hills   and painted and drilled signs in the hot sun and was on my feet for 19 hours and never felt stronger or more energetic!! I prayed for strangers and co-workers boldly and felt the presence of God all around us!  I felt love toward all those I came into contact with and found myself praising and thanking God continually throughout the day.  At about midnight I realized that I had been using my left arm all day without any pain!! God is so awesome and I know that he equipped me to serve him in a way and with a strength that was supernatural!! 
“Not by might, not by power, but by my Spirit says the Lord Almighty” Zechariah 4:6
Annie Baker

I got healed at Heaven Fest last year in much the same way, Annie!  Praising God with you!  What an honor to serve alongside you.

How perfect is this for today?!  God rocks!!   Encouraging Word  For I am doing something in your own day, something you wouldn’t believe even if someone told you about it.  ~ Habakkuk 1:5, NLT 

Here’s some thoughts for you! Thank you and God bless you! Another amazing year….

Three years of Heavenfest, and three years of being in the presence of God surrounded by thousands. This year was no different. I think our Lord marks this day on his calendar just as we do now. We bring them together for his glory, and it makes him glad. [boldened by Jeanie...love this!] I saw God baptizing people in the lake, I saw God dancing to techno music, I saw God pumping his fist to hard rock, I saw God beating on drums, strumming on guitars, and walking through the front gates holding peoples hands. I saw God smudging chalk with his fingertips, telling jokes and reading psalms. He sat beside me and whispered words into my ear as I prayed at the front gates for all those who passed through. God was everywhere.

The best moment for me was as we knelt with thousands listening to his word during the Sacred Assembly. As we stood at one point with our hands raised and eyes closed hand were placed upon one another in ~ The body of Christ was united. That feeling of having the hands of others on your shoulders was only surpassed when after, bowed down in the dust I felt God’s arms around me in the most gentle and purest of love. It was at that moment that we were asked to raise our eyes to heaven and smile. I did so with tears streaming down. When you seek him – he is there. When you are with him- you know his love. I have been so blessed over the years to only begin a relationship with my father I knew never was possible. Each year at Heavenfest I pray for that for others, and I have seen the seeds be planted in the fields each year. Yes the music makes us rock out, and sometimes cry, the people you meet are amazing, but the time with God surrounded by the body of Christ is like no other.

This event has changed our lives and continues to help us grow in faith each year. Both of my sons made their decision to be baptized after the time they spent with God at Heavenfest. (’08 and ‘09)  We have all grown in our convictions and calling to bring others to know Christ. Prayers and promises made in these fields each year have brought our family closer, helped us to forgive each other, ourselves and others we know, reach out to others, and to be better children of God. We were on Holy Ground in Longmont this year. We will never know the extend of all the miracles that happened there that day- but there is no doubt that they happened. One happened to me. I felt God touch me- something that has only happened several times in my life- and because of it, I am humbly and joyfully one step closer to him.

In his Grace,  Let’s share our miracles!!!!!   Smiles and blessings~ Alison

*Thanks for letting my boys help with clean-up!…. Can’t wait to help next year!!!!!!!!

This?  Is my family!

The Summer Sand-Bucket List

September 1st, 2010

Earlier this summer I decided to assemble a “sand-bucket” list  (wrote about it here and here) of things I needed to do to feel I’d enjoyed summer by its’ end.  Well, these cooler evenings and bright, breezy mornings, and the calendar flipping to September (not to mention my grandbebes back-packing it to school) tell me I had better assess.  Autumn actually begins September 22nd at about 9 pm here in Colorado, so I have some days yet to correct oversights…how about your Sand-Bucket list?  How is it going?

My update below:

My 2010 Sandbucket Summer List ~

  1. Lemonade on the swing, as many times as possible, in the evenings, on the patio (real lemons, yes, please)  {not enough}
  2. A little getting-dirty-in-the-garden everyday – at least try to make it everyday  {did pretty well on this one}
  3. Fresh-brewed iced tea every time Tara comes over – because we are the tea lovers {did Ok…Tara didn’t come over enough, though}
  4. Sidewalk chalk art days with the grandbebes  {oops…still have a grand collection of brand new sidewalk chalk in luscious colors…must do!!}
  5. Reading stories to the grandbebes on the patio swing  {if they weren’t so wiggly…lots of swing and pool time…but then this is a good fall activity, too, right?}
  6. Roast marshmallows in the chimnea {dang…haven’t done this since the chimnea moved to the poolside patio for warming bebes after summer evening swims, BUT I have 3 flavors of jumbo marshmallows in the jar: strawberry, vanilla and caramel creme and the chimnea needs some use…next visit!}
  7. An outdoor movie night  {only had one…neeeeeeeed more of these for they are divine, divine!}
  8. Slow walks around the neighborhood after dark  {shamefully lacking, shamefully…too driven as a walker and too busy this summer, it seems}
  9. Fast walks really early in the morning {yikes…reeeeeeeeally shamefully lacking…gotta get back in my groove}
  10. Fast drives over country roads (with the top down on the Mustang, of course!)  {*deep sigh…still to-do…although we did drive the Cozumel coastline at 150km which was roughly 90 miles per hour in an open-air Jeep}
  11. Some outdoor worship nights  {Rocky?  Tris?  DP?  get yourselves over here with your guitars!  Had that one amazing prayer meeting out there – will never forget it…}
  12. Floating in the pool, listening to 70s music  {yes!  lovely.  also floated to “martini” music and once to 40s standards}
  13. Hanging out with the neighbors a little  {oops…}
  14. Gotta wade around in a cold mountain stream  {missing the mountains!}
  15. Maybe head over to a festival.  {Heaven Fest was awesome!}
  16. Sing my lungs out next to a rushing mountain river so only me and God can hear  {again with the mountains, pooey…but I did actually sing my head off a lot this summer in the car and while I gardened and in the shower and etc}
  17. Read a novel…hmmm…Altar by my husband?  {well…not yet…Dave was going to read Altar to me while in Cozumel but we only got through 3 or 4 chapters…so I have a few days}

Meanwhile…

I tried to “prepare” myself for fall by getting grateful about Pumpkin Spice Lattes being back at Starbucks and assembling an “autumn” playlist of songs at www.playlist.com.  I become very melancholy each fall with my approaching birthday.  I found 110 songs and they are almost all about September or November.  October does not get the music it deserves.  Hmph.  So that depressed me.  {j/k}  Sometime this month I’ll go through and keep only the songs I really love and perhaps share it here – because I am nice like that.  ;p

Cozumel, isla de Mexico

August 31st, 2010

Cozumel

Ten reasons I want to go back!

  1. It was beautiful.  In the hotel (The Palace) and away from it.
  2. We were treated like royalty around-the-clock.  The staff at The Palace was absolutely amazing!
  3. Two words: ALL INCLUSIVE!  24-hour room service, gourmet dining from various restaurants anytime, any way we wanted it.
  4. $1500 worth of activities included in our deal, among them: snorkeling, Dolphins and diving, photo sessions with their photographers, manicures, pedicures, wholistic massages, tours, and anti-aging facials, baby!  Oh, yeah! 
  5. Hunter made friends everywhere he went.  One little boy he played with kept saying ” Oh my gosh!” this.  And “Oh my gosh!” that.  Finally, Hunter thought he’d bring some correction to his little friend and he offered this advice:  “Why don’t you just say ‘Oh, my goodness?  Or sheep dip!’?”  Hunter is his daddy’s boy!
  6. There were scooters and an open-air Jeep zooming down the coast.  Snorkeling and swimming with dolphins.  Chankanaab was wonderful.  WHEN I return, I shall do at least 2 days there, whereeven  the fish dine on homemade corn tortilla chips  (how I crave them even now).
  7. There were reefs and ruins.  Soft winds and gentle waves.  
  8.  The food, oh the food!  Mexican Caribbean, delightful.  Mmmmm…!!
  9. The pool looked like it flowed straight into the ocean.  The air: hot, humid and lovely.
  10. Romantic!  The days were long and sweetly languorous, the evenings hung endlessly in the sky for dancing and dining.

Oh, I will return to Cozumel! ;p

Mood Music for my pictorial slideshow…Hunter and I put this together today and fondly remembered…and wanted to go right back!

Hunter may even honeymoon at Cozumel someday, he is thinking.


  

Push play on the mood music then the slideshow at once

 

Feel the moist, warm air; feel the ocean breeze, hear the waves gently lapping against the dock?…aaaahhhhhh….I am swaying in my hammock….

 

Dave and I on our last night there ~ way more rested and waaaay more tan than when we arrived.  Lovely!

Uno drawback: my hair in humidity es no bueno!

 sigh…

 

Murder and Mayhem in the Magic Kingdom

August 31st, 2010

A one week vacation and I return to overgrown zinnia and the zucchini popping out offspring like there was no tomorrow.  Enough of this tom-foolery!

Yes.  I was blessed to retreat on Cozumel, isla de Mexico for a week.  I left Stormie in charge, a very good and responsible daughter, to water and gather the harvest in my absence.  Naturally, she was more than dependable and asked me if I’d found the garden to my liking.  To the naked eye I could see that things had grown a little too exuberantly lacking my firm direction, yet all seemed to be thriving.

But upon closer inspection, as I visited with rain-water sprinkler-wand in hand, I saw that true crime had been committed right in my own backyard: devious, wretched space-stealing, food-gobbling and in at least one instance: murder.  My investigation will continue this week.

The Squatter Sunflower

For one thing, that big-headed squatter of a sunflower (of whom I have already spoken of HERE, exposing his deliberately bold and bullyish ways) is not only haughtily looking down on my garden from the space he just decided to plop into {where, you’ll remember, he lured an innocent and dainty lemon cucumber plant to jump from her own area straight up his stalk},  but he has now become best buddies with my Burpee Big Boy Tomato, as well.  He is certainly taking liberties that only the garden’s Queen (me) should be allowed to exercise.  Preliminary attempts to reign him in are going unheeded.  I may have to get very tough.

  

See the yellow cucumber flowers?  Up, up, up they go.  And now the tomato is leaning on this brazen sunflower as well!  Sunflower is about 8 feet tall now.  *sigh…

Discovery Investigation: My garden gets hit.

Further around the garden I saw my  Spicy Banana Pepper had been feasted upon by some devouring insect or another.  Every leaf:  gone.  A lone pepper remaining and the stalk green as ever, but stripped naked of her green garments.  Quite disheartening to say the least.  I suspect that foul band of tobacco-chewing grasshoppers in this assault.

And can you believe that powdery mildew descended upon my most ornamental spaghetti squash while I was gone as well?   She went gray overnight – the stress of my absence likely the cause.  Just as well.  That particular spaghetti squash and the zucchini sharing her bale had actually been plotting against me to take over the entire south yard.  This will give them some humility!  They are flowering and fruiting quite feverishly, to cover their shame, no doubt.  Yet I, full of mercy, tended gently to them anyway this morning.

Unsolved Mysteries

But the real mystery was my Sea-Breeze Erigeron, a sort of vining daisy in the big pot near my back door.  I noticed the purple sweet potato looking pretty self-satisfied, quite ornamented and very rosy.  Little pink flowers were popping out and she seemed dressed to the nines in deep colored foliage.  I almost didn’t notice…but then I stopped.  I parted the sweet potato vines and there she was:  my erigeron.  Fully dead.  Fully overcome.  I checked for signs of life but rigor-mortise had already set in and she was completely brown and crunchy.  Sweet potato claims no knowledge and the pot wasn’t dried out.  The mystery remains…

Meanwhile…

Wrestling baby zucchini from the King in the Back Forty (feet) square this morning I once again look like I was attacked in a back alley, having had a brief reprive from unscathed arms during my time on the isla….

But o, backyard garden, I did miss you so.  Thank you for all the love {and deliciousness} upon my return….

And thank-you Stormie {sweet, gentle, phlegmatic daughter…remember, sweet-pea ~ we do have dominion in the garden!} for tending to my wild kingdom!

How many old TV shows did I reference?

Calling forth Riches

August 31st, 2010

Rainer Maria Rilke in his Letters to a Young Poet

So rescue yourself from these general themes and write about what your everyday life offers you; describe your sorrows and desires, the thoughts that pass through your mind and your belief in some kind of beauty – describe all these with heartfelt, silent, humble sincerity, and, when you express yourself, use the Things around you, the images from your dreams, and the objects that you remember.  If your everyday life seems poor, don’t blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is no poverty and no poor, indifferent place.

Absent from this blog for the past week, there has been so much to write about.  Yet,  I realize I am not poet enough to call forth the riches.  Where can I find the words?…

On My Terrace

August 23rd, 2010

I awoke from a Sunday afternoon/early evening nap and look what I found on my terrace, on floor two, at The Palace, in Cozumel…Mexico.  Some random brown guy, just back from snorkeling.

The “soft-focus” is purely humidity…moist, warm air!  And?  He is not really random.  I have known him for quite awhile now.  About 32 years this week, actually.

Appalled

August 23rd, 2010

Nobody can do appalled like Doris Day did

Some kiss, huh?  That Doris Day could play the insulted-yet-intrigued better that anyone!

Synonyms for appalled: alarmed, astounded, consternated, disconcerted, dismayed, fazed, gotten to, insulted, outraged, shocked, thrown, unnerved…aghast, mortified, thunderstruck…

Isn’t Sawyer Lovely?

August 20th, 2010

The Honor

I got to hang with Wrex and Stef the past couple of days as they brought their baby girl in to the world.  Omygoodness, Stef was a champ.  She had to do the entire labor in the hospital, start to finish, plus a few hours of deciding what to do and how to do it.  And that girl worked it!  She is stronger than she knew.  And Wrex, who has birthed thousands of farm animals, but with very different technique, obviously, was amazing as he coached Stef, and encouraged her and helped her and looked in to her eyes and breathed with her until a baby came to them.

This was a silly posed picture.  Stef wasn’t even in active labor yet.  We just posed as Wrex and I watching over her really laboring and Tredessa and Tara being silly.  Actually it was all Chick-Fil-A and Mountain during this time!  Sawyer-Party!

What an honor for me to get to be there, to get to pray for them and witness their love made flesh.  I am so proud of Stef and Wrex and how they worked so hard, together, committed to make the baby’s birth a wonderous and glorious event.  And I am humbled.  The favor of God shines on this family.  He must surely be smiling at what they did.  I know I am.

Sawyer Joell Phipps – isn’t she lovely?

Isn’t she lovely
Isn’t she wonderful
Isn’t she precious
Less than one minute old

Sawyer at less than 10 minutes old.  Daddy wore pink to welcome her.  He’s man enough!

7:14:21 on 8:19:10 at 9:27

At 9:27 pm, 22 1/2 hours after the very first labor contraction, Sawyer arrived to cheers and tears and joy and family.  7 pounds, 14 ounces, 21 inches long.  She has her mommy’s fabulous long legs and slender feet and pouty lips.  And she has her daddy’s heart…already!  Sawyer, blessed more than she realizes, is already loved and adored.

I never thought through love we’d be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn’t she lovely made from love.*

*LYRICS:  “Isn’t She Lovely?” by Stevie Wonder

Cahoots

August 18th, 2010

 

O dear, what is this?, I inquire as I am watering the hale-bay mini-farm in the “Back Forty” (feet) one afternoon.  A self-seeded lemon cucumber had invaded the King Zucchini garden square and was merrily vining its’ way through the orange marigolds surrounding the King himself and plopping herself over the tops of baby carrots hiding under gargantuan zuke leaves and was carefreely dotting the entire square with delicate yellow flowers and spontaneity.

I hadn’t planned for you here this year, I try to explain with the greatest tact.  I mean, I haven’t prepared a space for you, hoping she will undersatnd and take the hint.

Oh no worries, the lemon cuke enthuses.  I’ll just make myself at home.

I see the glare of my extra large, super-fruiting zucchini plant.  He has, after all, been faithfully supplying me with enough dark green squash for 4 or 5 families this summer.  I avert my eyes.

 

Up the hill and over the hay bale farm fence.  Tsk.

In the hay-bale farm, just up the hill, a large, thick-stemmed sunflower has also roosted without my prior consent.  I saw him arrive a few weeks back, invading the tomato grove, and assumed he was just passing through.  I neither encouraged or discouraged his visit, thinking that my lack of hospitality via watering would send him scurrying.  But no.  The next thing you knew, his stocky roots were deliberately implanted, invading the straw bales with great ferocity, and boom!  This sunflower is a squatter.  I have continued to ignore him…until today.

For baby-girl Lemon Cuke has jumped the bounds of the garden square and is now winding her tendrils, in utter adoration, around this stately, dare-devil-of-a sunflower.  Apparant partners in crime, the two interlopers have formed an undeniable attachment.  A common cause, I guess.  Lemon cuke has found a place to go.  That sunflower is a forward fellow, I note.  Quite the bold one, enticing the flowery cucumber like that.

I hope you know what you have gotten yourself into here, scowls King Zucchini.

Yes, I smile with resign as I pick lots of little round, fat, bright yellow, baby cucumbers.  Yes, I do.  Lots of cold cucumber sandwiches in my future.

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

August 17th, 2010

A Summer’s evening at the Neighborhood School Ball Park.

Baseball is summer’s game.  We didn’t have a TV most of my growing up years, but the radio was tuned in to St. Louis Cardinal’s games as the sun went down on summer nights.  The cracking sound of the bat hitting the ball and the crowds going wild, along with the rev-the-crowd organ music drifted through the open windows mingling with the sounds of playmates and I chasing fireflies and whirling hoola-hoops around our waists.  The screen door slammed, as in and out we’d go and beer commercials would ring out between innings.

 

Tools of the trade.

We don’t do it enough, but now and again, Rocky will get a group of us together to run up the street and play softball at the elementary school.  And each time we say, “We have to do this again soon,” because even my grown children, now, have become nostalgic as they remember the years they played ball all day every day with the neightborhood kids.

  

Uncle Rocky pitching to Gav-at-bat.  The cheering crowds.  DP up to bat.

When I feel the morning grass I let down my guard
Because love comes from the dirt in my own backyard
Everytime I think I’ve finished being young
I catch myself having fun

My husband, Dave, up to bat.

Recently, on one of those lovely evenings that make you wish summer could last forever, Rock got us all together, the fam and some good friends.  There is just nothing like some bats, a good, broken-in leather glove and bases to run around.  Good times!

  

Pepler.  Guini and Nonna (me).  Gavin hits it!

But the moment passes as the sun moves on
So I turn myself back to you…
And it’s depressing that I can’t forget the tune the organist played
La  – da da da da da da,  la  – da da da da da da…
 
Dave at bat.  The boys taking a breather.
Everytime I think I’ve finished being young
I catch myself having fun
But the moment passes as the sun moves on
So I turn myself back to you
Is our season over?  No four leaf clover?
 

The boys of summer:  just coming down “Front Street,” as DP likes to say.  Shirt by Stormie

 

Hunter and Gavin will climb anything.  Tristan swinging the pipe…as a lefty!

I feel it’s getting colder…
But can you still remember?
April to November
You and I were members
Of the best team in baseball
So we play our games…
Rocky…Serious about pitching.

Lyrics: Baseball

All of these pictures: by Stormie!