Tuesday, October 27, 2026

Apples, Trolls, ZAGS and Such

 





I've only just begun. 

Peeling apples, that is. 

But the end result is so tasty and even more comforting with each and every spoonful of cold, lumpy applesauce.

Plus, it's good for people with troubled digestive systems.

Applesauce is one of the four foods suggested when people have flare-ups with gastrointestinal problems. 

Preparing the sauce also reminds me of my mother who taught me how to make applesauce when I was growing up on North Boyer. 

We had a row of delicious apples along our driveway between the house and the front pasture. 

One of the trees produced yellow delicious apples while the other three were red delicious. 

The yellow delicious, which was closest to the road, was our favorite variety for eating. 

We also had a tree down in the pasture west of the hay field.  I don't recall what kind those were, but I know that we picked them and often shook the tree to get as many as possible. 

With all those apples, we enjoyed lots of apple pies and applesauce. 

Mother always quartered the apples for sauce and sliced them for pie. 

Mother's sauce was lumpy, and that's the way I've liked it ever since. 

Like my mother, I never measure sugar or cinnamon when I throw it into a pan of boiling apples.  

Most of the time, my guesses work out.  The key is to add sugar and cinnamon to taste, not to regret overdoing it at first. 

Anyway, the first batch for this winter went into the jars last night.  In addition, a bowl of the fresh-made sauce went into the refrigerator. 

My apples are relatively small, so peeling them is a tedious, time-consuming chore.  Nevertheless, they grew on the Lovestead, they're bigger and more plentiful than usual this year and they're worm-free, so that makes the winter supply of sauce all the better. 

So, I'll keep peeling away. 




Annie recently had the opportunity to listen to Thomas Dambo, the Danish creator of this and other wooden trolls made from recycled wood  throughout the world. 

Dambo, who hails from Copenhagen, was in Seattle for the launch of a temporary exhibit of twelve trolls which will be available in selected spots through Jan. 2027. 


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"The launch of his ambitious "Trail of a Thousand Trolls" project in the early 2010s marked a significant turning point. 

"This global initiative aims to create one thousand trolls from recycled materials, hiding them in natural settings for people to discover. 

The project transformed Dambo from a local artist into an international figure, with each troll serving as a unique guardian of its environment and a catalyst for adventure."

He's an amazing artist, as you'll see by clicking the following link. 


In reading about Dambo's works, I realized that, if we had had more time on our last day in Ireland, we could have seen a sample of his art in a lovely forest park called Gortin Glen, which we visited while driving through Northern Ireland.

Guess we'll have to go back sometime.  



This troll in Ballard is one of six residing in Dambo's permanent Northwest collection. 

Most are in the Seattle area, but one lives in Portland.  

Sounds like a good time to head to the Seattle area and follow the trails of the trolls. 






For those of us diehard fans:   a comforting and reassuring perspective on Gonzaga men's basketball

Spokesman-Review sports reporter Theo Lawson writes: 
I'll have lots more about Gonzaga's eventful offseason in our college hoops preview section on Nov. 1, but wanted to pass on this quote from asst. Stephen Gentry on how the Zags may have actually improved their roster – and backcourt, specifically – despite offseason departures.

"We faced a ton of obstacles throughout this unique offseason, but I think it really strengthened our staff and our program in a lot of ways and obviously we’re still navigating those curveballs and everything but I think golly, we upgraded at so many spots this offseason which is amazing to think with the curveballs and situations we were in. 

"But we feel like we totally upgraded at the guard spots and actually came out of this with a better, stronger roster.  We think not only the pieces individually upgraded, but I think the pieces fit together extremely well. 





Today's photos mark pretty much the final act for "Fall Color 2026." 

Our red maple has just a smattering of leaves yet to fall, especially after yesterday's full day of bitterly cold wind. 

I mulched most of them and have more yet to do. 

It's always a sad time to go through this process, knowing that we'll be waiting months for vibrant colors to return. 

Yes, snow does help heighten up the scenes, but it's a whole lot more fun enjoying them when you don't have to fight the snow. 

It's pretty gloomy out those windows this morning, and a light rain is falling. 

This weekend marks the "fall back" transition so we literally have dark days ahead and will have to depend on elements other than Mother Nature to maintain some good attitude. 

Maybe the upcoming election will do that. 

It's all in the perspective. 

Happy Tuesday. 







Monday, October 26, 2026

A Day Filled with Beauty

 












Bill and I went to a foreign country yesterday to watch our neighbor and a few other Sandpoint residents perform in an International choir.  

While watching, we were treated to exemplary choir performances  and impressive photographs of summer scenes from London and Scotland.

It would be difficult to check off all the highlights of the day, but I'll give it a try. 

The drive from Sandpoint to Creston, British Columbia, always stunning and especially so yesterday. 

Fun with our dogs at a park alongside a river just outside of Creston. 

A comforting thrill that we could take our dogs with us and that they would snooze together in the back seat of the car while we attended the concert.

The Irish tenor with the most beautiful voice.

The multimedia approach.

The Irish tenor. 

An exquisite rendition of "Wild Mountain Thyme. I wish I could figure out how to post my video of this lovely song.  

The refreshments provided by residents of Creston. 

And, so on . . . . 

This same concert was presented in Sandpoint on Friday night and Bonners Ferry on Saturday. 

The group has an flexible feel to it with a men's choir, sometimes a women's, at times just a few men and women and then the combined choir. 

Yesterday's song list also included accompaniment by flute, harp and piano and a sign language interpreter.  

The concert and the choir are the brainchild of Vicki Blake Thompson, once the choir director at Bonners Ferry High School. 

And, what an amazing, high-quality concept she has developed over the years, directing choirs in Bonners Ferry and across the border in Creston!  

The frosting on the cake:  biennial trips to perform in foreign countries and to become immersed in the culture, often with the connection and blending in to local singing and musical groups.

Some of the countries over the years:  most recently England and Scotland this year, Cuba, Costa Rica, Greece, China, etc. 

The meticulous planning that goes into this endeavor is immediately obvious in the quality of the choirs, the themes with each trip's musical selections and the amazing cultural perks that go along with it. 

In this weekend's concerts, another dimension emerged as admission to each concert involved donations to local humanitarian groups. 

It's win, win, win, as far as I'm concerned.  

Bill and I had been hearing from our friend and neighbor Tricia about these concerts for a few years. So, we were thrilled to finally attend one. 

Of course, we loved the photographic back drop which included numerous pictures of Tricia and her daughter Terra (once my horse Lefty's best friend and now an exchange student through the University of Arizona in London). 

As confirmed travel lovers, the concert offered everything that inspires us, especially music performed well and the lure of adventuring into different cultures. 

It was a very good day for dogs, Ma and Pa Love and a group of very talented singers. 

So glad that we went. 

















I loved the quotes that went with the programming in yesterday's concert, especially the one below. 

It's a worthy goal and definitely worth the effort. 










Sunday, October 25, 2026

Not Much

 




It's just one of those days where there's not much to say. 

My mind is a relatively empty vessel. 

So, I'll try not to fight the situation. 

To avoid redundancy, I'll simply state that I'm looking forward to the day ahead, and that yesterday and the days before have been pleasant, stress-free and fairly productive. 

When you can't be very productive with your writing,  you just have to take a Sunday break.

I'm reading a new book, so that will help.  

Don't get me wrong; there's plenty to be said, but the topics available in my mind (of a political nature) are not what I consider appropriate for the blog. 

So, I'll simply wish everyone a wonderful day.  

Enjoy the photos. 

Our brilliant outdoor color will soon be gone.  Dang! 

Happy Sunday. 







Bill started his fall burning this week.  

And, Bridie has been there to help, with her ball, of course.