Stream of consciousness from Selle

Well, actually, I'm writing for my last time from the Great Northern living room. A freight train is rumbling by. The pickup and horse trailer are backed up to the front porch. Bill, Sefo and Annie just loaded the couch and will soon load the "love" seat.

Annie has given the horses a squirt down. Bill says Louis, the visiting gelding from the Rasmussen house, didn't like the fireworks last night. Bill stayed here overnight and plans to spend one more night at this home. I'll be sleeping in the RV at Mother's house because we're also taking care of Barbara and Laurie's horses for the next three days.

Annie pitched her tent yesterday, and Sefo pitched the Laumatia family tent for a night under the stars. Triplets splashed around in their kiddie pool in the heat and chased Kiwi with a fribee at dusk. We picked fresh strawberries from the Selle garden, so nicely nurtured by Jolene, and poured them over our servings of French vanilla ice cream.

I felt sorry for her having to leave her beautiful Idaho home as they pulled out of the driveway yesterday afternoon for the last time, bound for South Dakota with about twenty goats in one trailer and a stubborn donkey, who took ninety minutes to load in the other. I'm guessing they're somewhere in Eastern Montana as I write.

I walked the pastures this morning and stood before the giant forked lodgepole which sits like a fortress in the middle of knee-deep grass. I stood before the tree, gazed at it with Schweitzer's runs in the background and said out loud, "Thank you, God."

I've decided that tree will be known as the God Tree because it surely brings out the spirituality and gratitude in one's soul.

So, on this last posting from the Love house on Great Northern Road, I simply say, we have spent nearly 24 hours at the new home-----and it is good.