Friday, April 17, 2026

Friday Mutterings

 



SO cold.

SO beautiful. 

If we can get past the former, we're in for quite a day.

The hot and cold flashes of April are turning hot--by comparison anyway. 

Today will be warmer than yesterday and tomorrow will be oh so warm as we shoot up to the 70s. 

Yesterday, I thought I might mow some lawn, but even I, the lawn-mowing addict, had to give in and put the mower away.  

There was enough wind along with the cold to scare away any pockets of warmth, so I surrendered and prepared horse blankets for their trip to the Co-Op where Kelly Branigan-McFarlane, owner of Cedar Mountain Blankets picks them up, takes them home for washing and repair. 

When they come back, they're almost like new, so I've been doing that for the past three years. 

It's a great service.  

Today I think I can mow and I can paint fence---both addictions but both offering a natural high when finished.

I also spent some time yesterday putting some seeds in soil.  As I told Bill, last night's frost would probably not affect them but when it warms up the spinach and carrot seed should evolve into little plants.  




The barnyard, though ugly with the latest version of mud, does have some pretty spots. 

A couple of temporary lakes after each hard rain offer some gorgeous reflections on mornings like today's.  


My oregano wouldn't mind a few warmer days. 

Even punishing frosts can't kill the herb which grows profusely around the Lovestead. 





Winter's not done yet in the mountains, and it's mighty pretty contrasting with green grass in the valleys




One of the many squirrels which hang out in the yard and at the feeders when they are full. 

This guy almost started a conversation with me through the window yesterday as I snapped photos. 






Ty felt a little funny posing next to one of the trees he'll be removing in a few months. 

Nonetheless, I wanted to take his picture, so he cooperated.  

Ty is a former student who impressed me the first time I met him.  I selected him one year to be a member of PAL Z aka Peer Assisted LiaiZons.

Well-liked by pretty much everyone who knew him, Ty was a perfect fit for the organization which promoted a positive student climate for the school.  

A couple of decades later, he's still the same nice, outgoing, respectful person I knew when he went through the high school. 

Ty now owns Oliver Tree Service, which has turned into a very successful and respected enterprise in the region.


He came to talk trees yesterday. In our case and in the home of a forester, the subject was tree removal from our yard:  12 poplars. 

They are pretty much dead, and they have become dangerous.  A limb from one of the trees cause damage to our roof and ceiling during a severe but quick wind storm in December. 

So, they need to be taken down.  Ty and his crew will be doing that after the Fourth of July.  It will be sad, in a way, to see them go, but I won't miss cleaning up the bajillions of leaves they drop every fall, even in their old age. 

It's taken me, the yard beautiful nazi, time to adjust to this major change.  Nonetheless, I know from others that Ty does a beautiful, careful and clean job, so that will take away some of the emotional pain, and we'll look for ways to dress up the aftermath as best we can. 

Speaking of trees, there's a photo contest opportunity available over the next couple of weeks. 

Winners will get money and fame, so check it out on the image below and visit the site to learn more. 











Everything seems a little early this year, including the peony starts.  

Hope the occasional freezes don't hamper plant progress. 

On that note, I'm anxious to see progress with my projects so will wish everyone a Happy Friday. 










Thursday, April 16, 2026

Rain, Snow, Ice; TBT

 


Take your pick:  ice, snow or water?  

We've had all three in the past 24 hours.  

My morning trips outside required three layers and gloves in addition to the clothes I was wearing. 

It's been bitter cold so far today, especially with a little wind.  

Saturday:  70 degrees.  

I guess we can easily describe this year's April  as the month of hot and cold flashes. 

The positive side of this cold, wet weather:  the beauty of spring daffodils in full bloom will last longer than usual. 

Also, I transplanted some tomato plants yesterday and put them out in the greenhouse (with two heaters going).  

The tomatoes look just fine this morning. 

I think we're drying out so the "to do" list can start getting items checked off again.  

Nice to have some decent spring weather ahead. 







My classmates were very generous last fall when they gave me a gift certificate to purchase an apple tree.  

The good news:  the tree, a Granny Smith aka Sixty-Fiver, survived the winter and is budding out.  

Can't wait to see if it has blossoms later on.  The tree is very appreciated. 

Some day I'll make applesauce and invite the classmates over to enjoy it. 💙💚




Write it on your heart
  by Ralph Waldo Emerson 

Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. 

He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

Finish every day and be done with it. 

You have done what you could. 

Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.

Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. 

This new day is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on the yesterdays.

😊😊😊😊😊😊


Thursday Throwbacks:   assorted images of past times from my photo collection. A few in this group were originally black and white, and they have been colorized thanks to AI. 



Terri Albertson and some grandsons or young relatives. 


Batch Two in their Easter best. 

Below:  Mary Ellen and Howard Thomason, founders of the Selkirk Hereford Ranch.  We loved going out to the ranch to visit.  

All three of our Batch One siblings worked for them.  My brothers helped with the hay, while I kept house for Mary Ellen and Howard for two weeks while Mary Ellen recuperated from surgery. 

Mary Ellen named every animal on the place, including her dozens of cats which she fed on her deck. 

Wonderful people and good family friends. 



The Howell family at a special birthday party for Patti. 

Below:  Chris Snock, Debbie and Cherita Armstrong. 

Chris and Cherita came to Sandpoint for a POAC event when Debbie was executive director. 




A dancer from the Coeur d'Alene Tribe

Below: Early members of the Sandpoint Saddle Club.  I know all but one.  Standing:  Gene and Etta Balch ????  

Seated:  Catherine Racicot, Early Shrake, Harold Tibbs, Ardis Racicot, Fats Racicot and Virginia Tibbs. 




 

Above:  Willie, Debbie and Bill in the  Rapid Lightning Creek drainage which we used to be able to visit before a gate appeared.  


Neighbors but I won't try to name them.  

I just saw them out on the road on a sunny day. 




Emma from Germany speaking to the Selle Valley Carden School. 

Emma lived with Willie and Debbie for a year.  

She's about to graduate from the University of Montana.  

We are all proud of her. 


When we got to ride in the Kodiak, created by Quest Aircraft and now manufactured in the same spot by Daher Aircraft Co. 

We flew to Spokane where we picked up Annie who had flown in from Seattle and then was transported to the plane in a stretch limo.  

Neat memory. 



Annie in Sydney. 



Cousins Scott, Willie and Annie.  


Cari and her grandson Zeke. 


Former student Tasha and her husband at her classmate's wedding. 




Jose from Bolivia talking to students at the Selle Valley Carden School. 


Gail and I preparing for the lemon-eating contest. 


Pulitzer Prize-winning author and Sandpoint native Marilynne Robinson when she came to the Panida Theater to add her voice as a supporter of public education. 


Reno as her dream of a Carousel of Smiles for Sandpoint began to unfold. 


Selle Valley Carden School kids happily advertising a bake sale. 




Above:  Randy Miller, a former student and successful coach in Washington. 

Below:  Bobbie and Suzanne Huguenin, mom and daughter who share birthdays. 




Our party when the Derby was in September instead of the first Saturday of May. 

I ordered some Derby masks from Crystal Green in West Virginia.  

Some party goers sat outside and watched the Derby through an open window, while some stayed inside. 

Twas an odd year when that Pandemic struck. 

Below:  Doug Bradetich. 




Above:  the four Albertson siblings:  Nani, Scott, Tom and Tracie. 


Below:  former student and Pushed Out author Ryanne Pilgeram.