It's a New Day

 

How often do we rejoice that it's a new day filled with the hope that it would turn out much better than yesterday. 

Maybe we should rejoice pretty much every day. 

After all, we have a fresh opportunity to wipe away the troubles and move on from whatever rattled our cages the day before. 

There's no guarantee that a new day will heal all wounds or that it will even erase the bad moments of the previous day, but it offers a new sense of hope as long as we walk the straight and narrow and do our best to avoid the onslaught of things that can go wrong. 

And, thus, today is a new day where, so far here at the Lovestead, all has unfolded without incident. 

I always wonder how long that will last. 

On another topic, I noticed that the intensity of the wild fire in Lightning Creek seems diminished this morning.  

No dramatic plume of smoke; just a lot of brown smoke hanging in the air around the mountains to our east. 

I read that the fire was estimated to have burned more than 2,000 acres yesterday. 

Again, let's hope the firefighters can get it under control. 

The garden bounty is not that much, but every little bit counts, they say. 

What's missing from the photo are a few baggies of green beans which went into the freezer. 

More beans to pick today, and I'm loving it. 

Now, for the bad garden news.  

A couple of rows of beautiful green bean plants west of the barn have no beans.  Like those in the main garden, these beans formed never ending vines which wrapped themselves around the main plants. 

I have read that bush beans can turn into pole beans with too much water and too much nitrogen. 

Interestingly, however, the main garden's beans and their long vines have produced; those next to the barn did not. Both sets of beans have received exactly the same care. 

Also, I've seen only one ear of corn so far, forming on my stalks which I planted in a circle so they could all cozy up to each other.  The stalks are beautiful and their tassels are showing.  

The horses can eat stalks, but we would like some corn to eat. 

Some day I'll figure out how to grow corn stalks that produce. 

Meanwhile, Bill is happy.  His fish smoking project is complete. 

from Bill in a text to the rest of the Love bunch:  

Five Kokanee, one rainbow trout and one lake trout in the smoker.  Swimming in Lake Pend Oreille on Saturday; ready to eat on Monday.  

Yum, Yum!  

Saturday was certainly a good day but perhaps the fish didn’t think so.

Bill is proud of his smoking job. 

Now, he gets to eat every last bite. 

Yesterday, while mowing this patch of lawn south of our house near the road, I mowed over some fresh bear scat. 

At least, Bill and I are pretty sure it's bear scat, as it was adorned with a whole bunch of cherry pits.

So, it's possible that we have a big furry visitor hanging around in the neighborhood.  

Little signs of fall are falling into the lawn---lots of dried up leaves.

This morning's adventures outside into brisk air gave another hint that fall is not the far off.

And, suddenly, I'm starting to hear and see the word "football" a lot. 

Today, the high is predicted to be 79, so this new day ought to be very pleasant. 

Happy Tuesday.