When you walk to the paper boxes on a beautiful last morning of February, 2010, you don't want to come back empty-handed.
So, I solved the problem and just snapped some photos within the paper-box vicinity, hoping I'd hear a car way down South Center Valley Road cruising and then stopping. Never happened.
I heard geese and woodpeckers and big trucks over on HWY 95 (two miles to the west).
I also saw some beauty in the reminders of a cold night.
We have a day of sunshine and warmth ahead.
I don't know how much I'll get accomplished today, but yesterday turned out okay with a little Olympics watching, a Gonzaga victory, pizza with the Colburn clan and two young horses clip clopping along with the driving reins.
Well, let's restate that last one a bit. I did learn while driving Lefty through the woods that I'll probably NOT take him past Wes and Alicia's Yaks again. I imagined the devastation had Lefty been pulling the cart. Not a good thought.
He did not mind the chainsaw buzzing while Bill cut down a small tree. Other than Yaks, Lefty performed well with his ground driving in the woods, the fields and even up and down Stan and Geneva's driveway.
Now, Heather, that was a different story. Heather runs hot and cold on behavior. Yesterday her conduct grade would have caused concern.
That was until she figured out that if you don't twist around in circles or try to stand on your head or dig holes in the soft surface of front yard when you're really supposed to be plodding down the driveway, life will be a lot better. And, you might make a decent driving horse.
Heather made up for bad behavior once we started down the lane and headed for the fields. I think she rather enjoyed the experience, and, in her usual way, ended the session as a star pupil.
Today I hope to do some more ground driving with the two or saddle up Lily. I didn't get to the latter yesterday, so it's her turn to shine.
We also have Cheryl Klein and her daughter Molly (subject of my next column) coming today to see the Lovestead and get inducted into the Lodgepole Society.
Still, no papers, so I'll head for the barn. I wonder what kind of winter storm the deliverer encountered on today's rounds. Certainly not in these parts.
Enjoy the photos below.
2 comments:
Probably the fog that kept the driver in a slow pace.... sure was a thick fog across the lake at noon time, as we drove to Clark Fork.
Those yaks are something else: generally utterly lazy looking, unless the wind and rain kick up or something that we don't see gets in their blood and then they take off and run and kick like crazy. I've enjoyed watching them every day for the past year from my kitchen windows, and will miss them when we move!
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