Salad and a serving of yesterday's scenes

~~~Miss Brooke  with her salad-seed bib~~~

While driving around the Selle Valley, snapping a few photos last night, I noticed that the daisies are out.

That brings to mind the way we're living our lives here in North Idaho.

She loves me. She loves me not. She loves me. She loves me not.

I think I could snap off petals from one of those daisies and change the spring playground game that always followed dandelion season when we rubbed our throats and turned them yellow during recess.

I still can't figure out why we did that, but it was fun.

I knew why we were removing the daisy petals one at a time, and in my case it was in hopes that the last petal would reveal true love from that particular week's boyfriend.

Nowadays, I've got my Love, and the daisies could have a new role.

She loves me. She loves me not, could pertain to Mother Nature.

Cuz she sure is fickle these days.

One day sunny. One day downpours. Another day sunny. Then, another downpour.

Now, what does that have to do with dogs and lettuce seeds, you may ask.

Well, on the last day (before today, of course) when Mother Nature did not love us, Brooke  got in trouble.

On rainy days when your canine friends would rather lounge around out of the rain in the garage, a rebel gal like Brooke  has got to find something to do.

She found it----in my beautiful lettuce patch.

Brooke is a digger. Need I tell you more.

Brooke  came to the sliding glass door late in that rainy afternoon covered with mud.

I looked at her and looked over at my once-beautiful lettuce---three kinds: purple, green leaf and young Romaine.

Lettuce leaves were strewn everywhere amongst piles of wet dirt.

Deep holes indicated great passion in Brooke's most recent attempt to find China.

Yeah, I got mad, for a short time, though.

What was I gonna do by telling Brooke  she was a "bad dog" anyway? So, I settled myself down, doused Brook and all her mud with the hose and went inside to calm down some more.

I had to tell Debbie, not to make her feel bad but to avoid lying if Debbie ever wondered what happened to all that beautiful lettuce we had just been admiring.

Well, Brooke  apparently got a lecture when she went home, and then they went to the grocery store.

Brooke brought me more seed yesterday morning.

What Brooke  didn't know was that she was not the only critter who had done damage to my garden dirt.

Yesterday morning, Lefty, trying to avoid putting his tender toes in the lake at the gate opening, turned away enough to break loose from the lead rope around his neck.

Yup. You guessed it. He found another garden plot, trotted from one end to the other, spotted the decorative garden fence at one end, got confused on how to get out and spun a few circles amongst the potatoes, broccoli and beans that will NOT sprout.

Then, I had to get inside the soft, wet dirt and catch him.

So, there was a clean-up project on that section yesterday, and lucky for Lefty, his hooves missed most of the baby plants.

With that kind of start, the day got better. I enjoyed my trip to the Bird Refuge and later enjoyed an evening drive around Selle.

When Mother Nature loves us, she goes to the extreme in the beauty department.

When she loves us not, she gives us one more wet day like today.

So, I think I'll go find a daisy, announce, "She loves me," and rip off every last petal, all at once.