A Little Bit Country . . . .

First, I must announce that this morning Foster has made up for time lost while mending.  

Apparently the mending process is pretty well completed because the little guy who can propel himself forward much like a draft horse did some major propelling on our morning walks today.  

The propelling, at times, was so extreme that he almost pulled me over a couple of times.  Nice to see him back to happy puppyhood. 

Last night I loaded up Kiwi, Kea and Foster (who now has a pillow in the passenger seat so he can see out the window), and we went for a drive around the neighborhood.

It was that magic time when evening light creates wonderful scenes for photographs.  

I stopped at the Bader place where Bert Wood's has brought his cows for summer pasturing.  Across the road, those two silos at the Watson place always beg for some camera action.

On Selle Road, Gary Finney's two horses raced over to the fence to see why that lady jumped out of her car and started pointing at them.

Later, on Selkirk Road, I had to stop in front of the Selkirk Ranch, which as always been near and dear to our family because of our friendship with the folks who first developed it into a working cattle ranch.

Howard and Mary Ellen Thomason started their Hereford herd at a downtown residence with one heifer.

They later moved to Selle and established a fabulous herd of cattle.  The Selkirk name was eventually known all throughout the West. 

The ranch has gone through several owners, with each,  like present owners Chip and Lynn, adding their touch to its rural beauty. 

I would have taken more photos while driving down Selkirk Road, but the camera battery lost its juice at the Selkirk gateway.  So, I just enjoyed the rest of the drive, spotting no fewer than 100 deer along the way.

If only that camera battery had lasted until North Center Valley Road where at least a couple dozen deer hang out every day.  Last night most were bedded down for some rest.

The sight of several deer heads extending just above the grass, with no sign of their bodies,  seemed quite whimsical indeed. 

I took the drive for a taste of relaxation after spending most of the day on my feet, hauling rich dirt from the manure pile to the front-yard planters.   

The garden is moving along, and, with luck and persistence, I could have almost all the veggie seeds and starts in the ground today.

Still holding back on a few things like my geraniums because the temps are supposed to dip near freezing the next two nights.

In fact, it was cool enough last night to warrant a couple of sheets draped over the tomato plants. 

Yesterday, I discovered that the asparagus is starting to pop up, so we'll look forward to a few tasty, fresh-from-the-garden treats in the next few days.  

We, as a family, do love the fact that Lost in the '50s brings good things to Sandpoint, along with droves of people.  

Still, we look at the Lost in the '50s weekend as a good time to go to quieter places for our Friday night eat-out.  

We'll either go east or north tonight, and if the evening is anything like last night, the eye candy will be good too.

Happy Friday.