Outdoor home projects continued yesterday at pretty much a nonstop pace, 'cept for going inside occasionally and tending to that pork shoulder roast in the slow cooker.
During morning hours, I filled the cart with dead flowers and weeds and cut back perennials. I decided to follow a one-cartful-a day routine, so maybe within a week, pots and beds will be put to bed for the winter.
I also climbed aboard the tractor and spent some time turning the manure pile where the pumpkin crop was planted (not a great year for pumpkins).
This pile is made up of manure and shavings from last winter's barn cleanings. It's done a pretty fair job of aging but can use a few more turnings before it turns to that black gold.
Later, after finishing up the lawnmowing project and successfully (doesn't happen very often) installing the bags and their chute on the zero-turn mower, I picked up and deposited the first hundred thousand or so leaves of the annual gazillion that drop to the ground.
This repetitive process will go on a few times each week until the last of the leaves fall in November.
In the midst of those projects, I took a brief spin around the neighborhood where "everything was beautiful, trees, shrubs, cows, horses, peeps, even the turkeys, all in their own way."
Finally, Bill and I enjoyed that pot roast with taters, beans and carrots all grown on the Lovestead.
The roast also came from the neighborhood, so it was definitely another delicious experience of truly eating local.
Today will involve pretty much the same routine along with some brush hogging in the pastures.
Also, we'll be thinking about the birthday girl Annie who's celebrating with her friends in Minnesota where she's working remotely this week.
Happy Birthday, Annie. 💗💗💗
I also want to issue a special shout-out to Tom and Barbara Keough, who are each celebrating their 90th birthdays today.
Tom is a former colleague who served for a while as principal at Sandpoint High School, also father-in-law to our former Legislator extraordinaire Shawn Keough.
Happy Birthday, Tom and Barb. 👫
It's always fun to read my friend Connie's blog postings about life at her home above Hope.
We share much in common, including those pretty black-and-white doggies.
On another happy note, three of my siblings and their two friends will pull into Tulsa, Okla., today where they'll begin their preparations for competing in the U.S. Arabian Nationals.
Looking forward to some visuals to share once they get settled.
And, how 'bout those ZAGS!
Pre-season No. 1 in the polls and first games coming up in just three weeks.
Excitement among fans is rising.
A poignant thought about a great and honorable, American, Gen. Colin Powell, from my brother Mike, a 1966 West Point graduate.
General Powell was not a West Point graduate. He was awarded the Thayer Award in 1998.
The award is given annually by the Association of Graduates to a recipient who has extended beyond self in service to country while embodying the West Point motto, "Duty, Honor, Country."
On regarding West Point, General Powell offered the following words:
For all its beauty and history, West Point is a pile of stone until you bring it to life every day. You can inscribe Duty, Honor, Country on every granite block and it would mean nothing unless those words are engraved in your heart.
--- General Colin Powell
Makarley and her grandma Betty enjoying the sunshine.
A special song for this day. . . .