I took the camera with me to the barn this morning. Just wanted to catch a few shots of early Saturday travels at the Lovestead.
So, here's a shot from inside the barn, looking toward our new building. You'll see Annie Dog, who now prefers to spend evenings in the barn with the horses. She's about to dig in for her morning snow cone.
That box there in the foreground is the beginnings of a planter. Our shavings come in bales, and holding the bales together are cedar boards. That's what I'm using to build my rustic planters. For now, the partially completed product makes a good spot for leaving my snow shoes. Hopefully it will be sitting on level ground and green grass soon.
I snapped shots of mud puddles, which are actually kinda pretty when coated with some late winter ice.
And, of course, our view of the back side of Schweitzer offers us daily beauty, when the clouds are gone, that is. I'm sure it's going to be a skier's delight up there today.
I'm going to hang around here and work on some projects. Bill is going to the gun show. He likes to talk to a knife maker from Big Fork, and usually he likes to purchase knives from the guy. So, I'm thinking he'll be coming home with a new model for his collection.
We'll be watching the Zags this afternoon. Don't know what the family plan is, but we've sure been enjoying our Saturday gatherings to eat and watch our team. Let's hope they finish their league play against San Diego with a perfect season and a 23-5 record. One more game next week against a Carolina team (not the big-name one), and they'll be getting revved up for March Madness.
For all the folks at the Blogfest, including my friend Florine, have a great time. One of these days I'll make it down there and meet you all face to face. Thanks to the Blogfather for starting us out on this blogging journey. I'm pushing five years at it now. Hard to believe.
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My message read "hvfnlvu."
I received a response "thxluvu2!"
A mother cannot be anything but a bit weepy-eyed and wistful as she lives adventures vicariously through her children.
As I type this, "Miss Annie Love Sandpoint, Idaho" is probably standing in line at Sea Tac, waiting to board her flight to Philadelphia. Then, after a layover, she'll fly once more--over the pond--to Dublin. By midnight tonight, she'll be walking or driving in Ireland.
What a momentous occasion this is for our family, especially for those of us who, all our lives, have known we were Irish and have been so proud to be Irish and who have dreamed of the one life adventure when we could go to Ireland.
Annie's our "forward observer," as they call it in the military. She'll tell her story for everyone through photos and words on her www.rainiergirl.blogspot.com. And, maybe one day the rest of us will get to visit the homeland of our ancestry.
I shared with readers yesterday about my "Hail Mary's" in the bath tub, and though it may have seemed flippant within the context, I, a bad Catholic, do pray from the bottom of my heart in that bath tub.
This morning there were special prayers for our Annie, that she be safe from beginning to end of this wonderful journey.
And, of course, I'd love to issue one more prayer to her---one which I've always loved and one which some day she may even come to cherish, especially after this adventure:
To Annie,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
The rain fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Much love, Mom
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