Thursday, August 25, 2016

Ruff Ruff Ruff! Meeeeoowww! Yay Yay Yay !!



I attended my first Panhandle Animal Shelter benefit luncheon yesterday.  I'm hoping it won't be my last. 

The event--set in a stunning location on the Pend Oreille shore just west of the Long Bridge---featured a potpourri of familiar faces, creative table displays, live music, fun items for auction, great food, and oodles of fun, packed into three quick hours. 

Hodge Podge at the Lodge, they called it, and what a gala it turned out to be!  

A friend named Kelli invited me an my daughter-in-law Debbie to join her table group. Each table had a theme, and, in each case, the decorations were exquisite.

Besides all the festive moments spent visiting with each other, we also heard poignant stories of people and their beloved pets, reminding us of the very reason we were there.  

Panhandle Animal Shelter, according to executive director Mindy Evans, has taken on a new approach to situations where owners run into problems providing care for their dogs or cats. 

No shaming, she says.  

People often run into obstacles in their lives, and sometimes it's best for those pets to be re-homed.  Empathy in these situations is vital and much more powerful than shame.

The shelter has seen a positive difference, thanks to this philosophy.  Panhandle Animal Shelter also frequently receives high marks for its approach and its facility from outside experts.  

Mindy also showered great praise for the team of volunteers, board members  and donors who keep the shelter running and maintaining high standards.

Yesterday's lively live auction, along with a silent auction, and even a brief interlude for out-and-out donating generated thousands of dollars for the Panhandle Animal Shelter, along with enthusiasm, fun and pride among those in attendance. 

Twas a perfect day, a perfect setting and a perfectly lovely and phenomenal experience---truly the "cat's MEEEOOOWWW!"

Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!  





























     On a final note-----to P and C:  go maire sibh an lá! 

54 years! WOW!


Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Flowers and Feline





Let's talk morning glories. This year has been a year for new faces among my usual clumps of flowers.  

The usuals----geranium, pansies, marigolds, various daisies, batchelor buttons, clarkia, echinacea and the rose bushes---have put on some nice displays around the Lovestead this year, but it's been fun to get acquainted with and learn about new species.

My first-ever Butterfly flowers have added some nice touches around the place, and this week, we've seen the first of the morning glories. 

I planted a package of morning glory seeds for the first time ever because I read that it's a good idea to combine morning glories with the mysterious moon flower, which a friend and flower expert gave me this spring.  

The moon flower opens its delicate yellow blossom in the dark and hangs around for a day or so before wilting.

My research suggested that planting morning glories with moon flowers would be a good idea to ensure constant color. 

So, that's what I did-----knowing nothing about morning glories.

Long after I planted them and began to see the seedlings maturing, I was curious to learn when to expect the blossoms.  

In that particular research, I learned that it might have been a good idea to plant this species earlier in the year and, more importantly, to sow the seeds in an area where the vines could extend.

Duh! I had no idea morning glories were vine plants, which explains why I just plopped the seeds in a pot with the moon flower and another pot containing some butterfly flowers.

Well, the vines are extending, and who knows where they'll go around the deck.  I really don't care because I've been thrilled this week to see those first lovely blossoms opening up in the morning and making the day that much more glorious. 

With this knowledge and enjoyment, I'll probably find some more appropriate locations for both the moon flower and their morning glory buddies. 

As mentioned before the learning curve gardening and goofing around with flowers continues to keep us on our toes throughout a lifetime, so this year's morning glory error will be remembered and next year I'll probably screw up with something else. 

For now, I'm loving the excitement of checking the flower spots every single day in hopes of discovering something new and beautiful. 

Which brings to mind.  Can someone tell me the name of the interesting flower in the photo just below Mr. Festus.  

Festus, by the way, loves the flowers as much as I do.  Last night he was out and about while I was on my evening stroll, and the blueberry bushes were providing him much pleasure. 

Back to that flower---experts, please enlighten me.  Those blossoms started showing themselves just a couple of days ago, and I have no idea what they are cuz earlier this season, I just threw seeds wherever there was room and kept no records.

Some people are meticulous about keeping records and about planning their gardens.  Not I.  My funky tendency toward general disorder and never ever really knowing what's gonna come rising out of the dirt makes gardening all the more interesting.  

Guess that's all for this Wednesday.  Enjoy the day and maybe even go smell some flowers












Tuesday, August 23, 2016

August Splendor





                                                                                                                    ----Pat West Photo


The splendor of August showed itself in many ways yesterday, including this beautiful shot of Lake Pend Oreille and the river by my friend Pat.  This was taken from his home on Lakeshore Drive.  

Pat is accruing an impressive collection of spectacular sunset shots like these, and just like the phenomenon I experience out here in Selle, no two views of the same glorious scene are ever quite the same.  


That's what makes photography so much fun. 

Over here in Selle farm country, yesterday was the perfect day.  Not too hot.  Not too cold.  


That meant considerably more energy than usual from dawn to dusk, along with pure enjoyment of moving from one project to the next. 


A trip to the dump with a couple of bags of dated freezer veggies, etc. provided the opportunity to see turkeys crossing the field on scenic farm just north of our landfill. 

Turkeys are busy crossing in lots of places, I've noticed.  We have a flock oldsters and youngsters that leaves our woods every morning just about chore time, making their way across our hay field to Meserve's and eventually over in to Gary Finney's place. 

Yesterday morning, when I walked out to get the papers, they were having a meeting with three deer right at Meserve's driveway.  I kinda think turkeys and deer have a kinship because this morning, just after watching our turkeys, I spotted a deer racing through the hay field as if to catch up with the "early" birds.

This morning, after seeing our flock, I watched another group cross Taylor's field, coming from Gary Finney's woods.  Twould be nice to know where all those turkeys spend their day before making the pilgrimage back to their overnight quarters. 

Anyway, back to yesterday.  The comfortable weather made it actually fun to work with the shelter in the dog run where I added some support its roof where snow had caused one frame to cave in a couple of years ago. 

Of course, I had help from Liam.  At least, this time the project was totally driven by his "straying" from the "stay-home" rules.

Even my domestic side enjoyed a little action yesterday with apple peeling and a subsequent apple pie, which did not sit long before sampling. 

Today I'll probably grind up a couple of those zucchinis from the garden.  My friend Kathy came by Sunday and ONLY TOOK TWO.  But, in the case of zucchinis, "givers can't be choosers."  We've got to feel damn lucky that we found someone who wanted our extras.

While picking the squash for Kathy's visit Sunday, I discovered underneath those big prickly leaves that several acorn squash are reaching maturity.  

Now, I don't give away those squash.  Love slow baking them in the oven with butter, brown sugar and maybe a little maple syrup.  Definitely yum, yum. 

After yesterday's productive day, which included Bill spending part of the pleasant evening checking out the best way to start on a new stall in our barn,  it looks like another one ahead, beginning with a crisp, fall-like weather.  

My only concern about the cooler temps is that my sweet potatoes may stop maturing. Maybe some extra TLC to keep them warm at night is in order.  

Other than that concern, I'll take this weather any time. 

Happy Tuesday.  






















Monday, August 22, 2016

Playing "Turists" at Priest Lake





About a year ago, my sisters expressed interest in seeing Priest Lake.  They had never really been to the lake before, so on that Saturday afternoon, we set off in that direction, hoping for the best. 

Well, the best was not to be that day because forest-fire smoke from fires in Washington had drifted that way, leaving little or no visibility anywhere around the lake.  

The trip was not a complete loss, however.  We enjoyed an ice cream cone from Leonard Paul's at Coolin, and, of course, drove by the house which we're pretty sure NBA legend John Stockton owns at the lake. 

We visited the museum along the lake shore and enjoyed dinner after dark at the Nordman store and cafe.

With this past weekend open from scheduled activities for the first time all summer, my sister Laurie mentioned to me Saturday evening that they'd love to do something Sunday afternoon.  I thought about possibilities overnight and figured maybe they'd like to see Priest Lake withOUT all that smoke. 

Of course, they did, as did Bill.  So, off we went, designating this particular Sunday drive as our big "turist event" of the summer. 

We were gone six hours or so, and during that time, we enjoyed a brisk breeze and beautiful sights while strolling and taking pictures the enjoyment to be had along the shoreline at Beaver Creek Campgound.  

Then, we moved on to Hill's Resort for a late-afternoon lunch.  This was a big event for me since I'd never eaten at Hill's nor had my sisters.  

Bill, though, recalled an event years ago when he was at a luncheon at Hill's, which included then Gov. Cecil Andrus who had come to address the group. 

Then, John Stockton walked in, Bill recalled---adding that suddenly everyone's interest in the governor quickly diminished in favor of some upclose and personal time with Stockton.

Well, yesterday, no celebrity sightings at the restaurant during our leisurely lunch but definitely some of the best, cheesiest nachos I've ever had. 

We walked the docks, which were rocking and rolling and definitely giving me the sense that the glass of wine I'd sipped with lunch may have been a mistake.  

When I saw a boat demonstrating about the same lack of stability alongside the dock, I decided maybe the wine had been okay. 

On our way back to Sandpoint, where the rest of our stretch of Liam-proof fence between our place and Bert Wood's cows needed to be completed, we noticed brown skies to the south and the east. 

We learned later that once again forest-fire smoke from three raging blazes around the Spokane area was drifting into Idaho, along with a lot of ashes.  Sadly, homes have been lost and families, displaced. 

Kind of ironic that we and a lot of other folks had been enjoying a clear, beautiful August day up Priest Lake way while others were experiencing one of the worst days of their lives just miles away. 

Hoping for the best for the Spokane residents who experienced so much loss yesterday and grateful for the few hours we spent in a beautiful place where Mother Nature had decided to spare this time around. 

Happy Monday.