Cookie's and Company, Etc.

 

I transplanted some of this lettuce yesterday.  

It's been in the greenhouse for a couple of weeks, and, thanks to the sunshine this week, it's beginning to take off and to start looking like lettuce instead some just a green baby plant. 

I'm hoping that separating it into smaller clumps will make a notable difference. 

Below:  some of my 'maters are thriving also.  They need to be in separate pots, but I need to get some bigger pots before transplanting. 

Nice to have the garden off to a fairly good start, and really nice to know we have a couple of days in the 60s to give the potted plants an extra boost.  

It's fairly easy to see from the stains on the page that this recipe has gained some traction at my house. 

I baked a batch yesterday and have noticed some subtle changes in the Saran wrap protecting cookies on their kitchen-counter plates. 

Some fingers surely belonging to Bill have carefully lifted that plastic wrap to retrieve yet another sample. 

The cookies are that good.  

I had one fresh from the oven yesterday.  And, later another. 

With my colitis, I have to be careful about sugar intake, so that's my only obstacle to stuffing my mouth with cookie after cookie. 

All that said, I thought it would be fun to share the recipe along with the summary in the cookbook about Kitty Bopp. 

I can still remember see her face at church in my mind, an image etched during my childhood years.

  Kitty's daughter-in-law Catherine was my Catechism teacher, and her granddaughter Patsy was a teaching colleague. 

The recipe is one of many favorites found on now-stained pages within my copy of the St. Joseph's Church Centennial cookbook, which I not only love for its yummy recipes and stories but also the cover. 

My mother's painting of the old St. Joseph's Church, now the Heartwood Center, was chosen as the cover art.

I baked the cookies because we have a significant "company" weekend ahead with lots of folks coming and going and, of course, eating. 

I'll save the details for when they all arrive.  For now, I'm very excited to be a part of this gathering. 

Also, tomorrow we'll be joining family and friends at the Sandpoint "No Kings" rally, one of thousands scheduled across the country. 

These are actually fun and friendly events where like-minded folks get together to spread the words and thoughts that are on their minds.

Like many Americans, there is a LOT on my mind, and most of it matches that of others who will be participating. 

If you wish to know more about tomorrow's event at along the sidewalks near Community Hall and the Courthouse, check out the following link. 

Hope to see you there. 

https://www.mobilize.us/indivisible/event/906916/

This picture from this morning represents a contrast of how the days starts and how it ends---ice on the driveway mud puddles in the morning and warm temps and sunshine in the evening. 

It should be a gorgeous spring day. 

Happy Friday. 

Sunny in Selle; TBT

 

YES, that's the sun, Foster. 

He couldn't see it, but he sure could feel it yesterday as while tethered on a long rope as I painted. 

Sadly, Foster needs to be secured when he's outside because of his blindness.  The little guy moves so fast when he's on his own that he can disappear very quickly. 

So, we've resorted to tethering him in close proximity to wherever we happened to be working. He seems happy enough with the new routine.

I spent some time close by working with my paint brush and bucket.  While Foster enjoyed the spring sunshine, I dressed up enough sections of board fence to finish one full stretch. 

Lots left to do but the places most viewed have a  new white coat. 

This morning, yet another glorious day awaits for outdoor enjoyment. 

While taking a break from outdoor work yesterday afternoon, I drove past a young lady on horseback headed down Selkirk Road.  

It turned out to be Taylor, whom I've known since she was a little girl.  She's now a high school senior and trying to figure out the next chapter in her life. 

Yesterday, she was enjoying a lifelong love of horseback riding.  

We had a nice chat before I drove on through the Selkirk area. 

Later, Foster and I walked to the hay field where Bill was pulling his cart to the woods and sending balls across the field for Bridie. 

It felt so good to stand out in that field and simply take in all that Mother Nature has to offer.  She was certainly spreading good cheer with the weather. 

I also learned some monumental news yesterday.  Keokee, the company that owns Sandpoint Magazine, Sandpoint Online, etc., has been sold to the Hagadone

Media Group out of Coeur d'Alene.

https://bonnercountydailybee.com/news/2026/mar/25/hagadone-media-group-acquires-keokee-publishing-assets-in-retirement-transition-for-founder-chris-bessler/  

Hagadone owns the Daily Bee newspaper and several other area publications, so it's a natural fit for the company Chris Bessler created in 1990. 

Having written for Sandpoint Magazine for most of those years, I'm feeling a sense of sadness coupled with hope, knowing that the aim is to keep this local enterprise the same. 

That doesn't always happen, but Chris, who's working toward retirement, sounded reassuring in his announcement to longtime contributors. 

I'm really happy to know that Trish Gannon will remain as editor.  With her dedication and knowledge, she's a keeper. 

One more reminder that the world keeps moving on.

With the sun shining out there, I'll call it a day here and wish everyone a Happy Thursday. 

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Thursday Throwbacks:  images of the past from the photo library.  Enjoy. 💜💜💜

Ann signs the Lodgepole log when our majestic lodgepole was still standing. 

Dozens of folks joined our Lodgepole Society during the early years of our living here on the Lovestead. 

Then, sadly, the tree, with its two trunks crashed to the ground.  

It's still out there in that far pasture, both sections lying on the ground with no bark and no needles. 

We miss our Lodgepole Society inductions. 

Bill and Annie at Annie's  Groundspeak, Inc., workplace in Seattle. 

This young horseman/our sibling has a significant birthday coming up this week.