Above, that's a small portion of one trunk of our giant lodgepole which came apart and crashed to the ground a few years ago.
Used to be a walk to the far west pasture on our place offered an impressive view of the huge two-trunked tree standing in the center.
The unusual lodgepole served as the setting for our inducting many people into our Lovestead Lodgepole Society over the years.
This morning, as I walked to the pasture, I was equally impressed with the tree and its gray trunks lying in tall green grass. It's really quite magnificent, to say the least.
We still induct people into our Lodgepole Society but not with the regularity of the first ten years spent on this farm.
I'm thinking we could do a little landscaping down there and still have a nice induction party cuz that pasture has a special feeling even with the tree on the ground.
I also saw this morning what a forester does when another tree falls in his forest.
This one stood for years near the fence separating our place from Meserve's until one of the recent wind storms blew it to the ground.
Well, it's obvious Bill has spent some time limbing the fallen tree and peeling bark from larger limbs.
Like the fallen lodgepole, this tree provides an impressive scene in the far pasture.
Maybe we're going to have to rename the pasture "Land of the Fallen" since we have some horses buried down there also.
It's Saturday. Annie and Foster have left for Liberty Lake where they'll meet Annie's cousin Laura for a hike.
I'm planning to spend some time in town today where there's a book signing at Vanderford's. You'll see the information below.
In-store book signings, a whole family going to dinner at a restaurant together, my sisters making plans for their annual horse show in Spokane next week, none of which did happened last year----all signal steps back to somewhat normal.
Ryanne's book signing in Sandpoint.
Today: 12-2 p.m.
Vanderfords
Speaking of books, I remember reading Ken Kesey's One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest as an assignment for a college English class.
Later I saw the movie with Jack Nicholson.
Now, it seems, the movie is playing out in real life, almost 24-7 here in America, and the action is not happening in a mental ward.
It doesn't seem to matter on what political stage the "theater" operates: much of it is crazier than a loon (no offense to the bird) and the insanity, as referenced in the article below, seems to be escalating with oneupsmanship fashion like I've never observed in my lifetime.
You say or do something totally absurd.
I'll go you one better.
And, the cycle moves on.
Just one question: how does this happen in America?
Was there a little something extra in those Pandemic germs that spread through certain segments of the population infusing them with a double dose crazy juice.
Just wondering.
Both sad and entertaining.
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
https://idahonews.com/news/local/ammon-bundy-files-paperwork-to-run-for-idaho-governor-but-election-officials-find-error
There's a challenge that goes along with watching all this, according to Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs . . . . Yours is the earth and everything in it . . . .
Happy Saturday.
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