I felt like I was once again a teacher standing in front of a classroom yesterday---only the "students" were young cows.
When I stopped the car to take a picture, they all looked my way from across the field and then gradually made their way over to stare at me.
Eventually, most of them were lined up along the fence line of their huge pasture.
I greeted them and talked with them briefly. Then I decided to get out of the car, walk a little closer and snap some up-close-and-personal cow photos.
I moved slowly and quietly.
For several seconds they simply stared at me as I talked to them while walking.
Then, like kids in a classroom, they decided the front row was a bit too intimidating.
Almost in perfect unison and with great care, the herd of heifers turned around and headed back across the field.
Oh well, I thought, as I walked back to my car, noticing a single Bossy surrounded by deep grass all her own across the road watching the whole scene.
Before I had time to open the car door, however, they changed their minds.
Once again, the entire herd, with amazing precision, turned around and slowly walked as a unit back to the fence.
This time they remained in place and stared at me, almost as if to say, "You aren't so bad after all . . . carry on."
Well, a car was coming from the other direction, so I decided it was time for class to be dismissed.
I said "good bye," climbed back in my car and drove on, thinking that they were a nice herd of cows and that maybe they'd come to class on another day.
It was a lovely and personal bovine encounter.
Willie and Debbie came to pick out their tomato plants yesterday.
They went home with some additional "pretty's" along with a couple of cukes.
The 'maters and cukes are in the soil over at their house and the "pretty's" are in a vase.
Ahhh!
The Iris robin has joined forces with the Selle Valley iris for a lovely scene in Colburn.
Below: While we in North Idaho were talking gardens and watching doggies play, Annie and her Minnesota friends were squaring off as fans for their respective teams who were playing in Seattle.
In the "Lawnmowers R Us" department, I loved reading the following Facebook post below and its comments yesterday.
It's nice to know that there's a sisterhood out there, along with a few males.
As Bill, who learned how to get out of lawn mowing years ago, likes to describe it, these folks, myself included, have a mowing program, and we'll all sticking to it and mostly loving it.
"I’m officially old and boring.
I’d now rather stay home and mow the grass instead of going out to do 'fun' stuff. 
" ---Marcy Bloom
Comments on Marcy's post:
Jessie Leen Mowing grass is one of my favorite hobbies;)
Bobbie DeBower Just means your responsibilities need to be completed and you take pride in the end results.
Welcome to Darren and my world..
Marcy Bloom If I had to push mow it….. well that would be another story.
Ruthann Nordgaarden What
Marci we are never too old to go do fun stuff. I guess it depends on on
what the fun stuff is lol. Your place looks wonderful.
It's
a heavenly way to spend one's life. I love my mowing hours, 'cept when
the wind blows dust and dirt in one's eyes. Marcy, in my mind, you have
arrived!
I love mowing the grass! So peaceful. Love you bunches !
Mowing the lawn has always been one of my favorite things to do.
Deb Dahlberg Ya
just NEVER know where you're going to meet your Mr. Right!!! heck--you
might strain your ankle and he'll show up or break somethin on that
mower--lookout.....pay attention.........ya never know!!!
😍😎😍😎😍😎
Just this morning, I received a text from another lawnmowing queen who has a zero turn which is acting up.
"I have the same mower with an issue," she wrote, asking who my mechanic is.
Of course, I told her to call Tony.
Fun getting to know the lawnmower queens.
Happy Monday.
BTW: The mowing program around here may take a break today.
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