After returning home from my brief trip around the neighborhoods yesterday, I told Bill it's just not a great time to take pictures.
I basically saw scenes of winter at different stages and lots of clutter.
At one point, I thought, "Who wants to look at a bunch more snow in North Idaho?"
We've seen enough.
At least, the railroad cars cruising down the tracks at the Forest Siding crossing had a little color with amazingly crafted graffiti.
I've often thought, with the sheer masses of graffiti we see on train cars, when the artists do their work.
Do they bring just spray cans or other equipment? Do they need lighting, cuz I'm assuming a lot of this artwork is done at night and out of sight.
Whatever the case, they're good at it and very prolific.
Anyway, we have hit the ugly transition stages of saying good bye to winter and hello to spring.
It's definitely "dirty dog" season. I've started the afternoon routine of rounding up Liam, hosing him off and then using about three towels to wipe him dry.
A more cooperative dog for this ritual would be hard to find.
BTW: Liam has gotten a good start on his trench around the barnyard. When he reaches bare ground, I'll probably try to find a way to cut down on his trips around the enclosure because those trenches aren't pretty in spring and summer.
The yard is far from pretty, but yesterday I did pick up an assortment of fallen limbs and transferred them to a spot closer to the woods.
We also rejoiced yesterday when the culvert under the east part of the driveway finally came unplugged. For about a week, melting water flowed over the driveway in the day and froze at night.
Over the weekend, Bill, Annie and I worked at trying to unplug the culvert with no luck. Nature must have been the cause and maybe the ice inside melted because we saw no obstructions come floating out the south side.
Bill would like to see the metal water pipe he used to bang away inside the culvert to float out. He jammed it as far as he could inside and then it disappeared.
I also spent some time getting prepped for "hairy lips" season. Yesterday's initial grooming in the barnyard focused on gnarly manes.
Body hair hasn't let loose in big droves just yet, but that day is coming, and the photo below pretty much nails the misery of spring cleaning with horses.
International Women's Day
On this day of recognizing the achievements of women, I can't think of any women in the world more worthy of being recognized than the women of Ukraine.
How many of us over the past several days have put ourselves in their shoes and have wondered how we would react to the unspeakable and horrific turmoil they have endured, thanks to a greedy, power-hungry monster?
It's so sad watching crying mothers who are fully aware of the uncertainty that lies ahead as they clutch their children and leave the lives they have known for who knows what, who knows where and who knows for how long.
And, to watch the eyes of children, still filled with wonderament and totally innocent perspectives on what's actually happening in their young lives.
Many women of Ukraine will do their best to keep that family unit as intact as possible wherever they land, while others have stayed behind with the men do their best fighting for their country.
Hats off to the women of Ukraine on this International celebration of women and continued prayers for the nation as it tries with all its might to fend off the evil oppressor.
So senseless.
Today at 1 p.m.
BYU-TV or ESPNU
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Our friends Terry and Edna Iverson had great seats at last night's ZAGS-vs. Dons game at the WCC Tournament. Right behind the San Francisco scoring table. |
WCC men's championship game.
Gonzaga vs. St. Mary's
6 p.m. PST -- ESPN
GO, ZAGS!!!
I watched this video this morning and thought of how it offered so much more food for thought than simply a song.
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