Soggy Sagas

 

It's hard to be purty when yur dripped on in so many ways. 🎵🎵🎵🎵

Yup, the flowers are feeling it.  

The toad stools are living because of it.  

The pant legs are showing it.

AND,

  it's snowing up there at Schweitzer. 

 

As an aside:  back to the produce department at Yoke's on Saturday where I was eavesdropping a conversation between Simon and another produce worker. 

When I heard "two feet of snow up at Schweitzer," I perked up and listened.  

Those words came from Simon's mouth; he's a weather forecaster when he's not doing everything imaginable at Yoke's. 

Heck, there was even talk in this conversation,  between the cukes and the turnips, of whether they'd be reopening Schweitzer for a little summer skiing. 

I don't know if the recreationalists who plan to come to the mountain for their biking, hiking, horseback riding, zip lining, etc.  would be too thrilled to show up with the wrong apparel and to have to throw snowballs instead of their planned activities. 

It's doubtful that summer skiing at Schweitzer will  happen, but maybe I speak too soon and maybe I'm assuming too bright of a picture.  

After all, hasn't the world turned upside down in just about every other category?

Why not weather????

Anywho, redundancy continues to reign here on the blog because it continues to rain outside and, now, to snow in the high country.

How many ever remember a time when all entrances to Yellowstone being closed in summer season because of flooding----right when so many vacationers are heading for the park. 

At least one family has lost their permanent camping accommodation.  

A "cabin" by some people's standards or a "house" by others fell off the land and went floating down the Yellowstone River.

Wonder what its property tax assessment is estimated right now.  Could have improved since it's literally ON the water. 

 

In the midst of all this yucky weather, a doe has given birth to a fawn here on the Lovestead.  

I saw the fawn for the first time last night when Mama was guiding it across the second hay field. 

Unfortunately, the baby was too far away to take a picture.

This morning Mama was stalking along the fence line to the woods, stopping occasionally to perk up her ears and watch me as I led the horses. 

The fawn must have been told to stay on a comfy bed of pine needles in the woods. 

Once CB went out to pasture and saw the extra critter, he raced over to have a word with her.  She quickly moved on to the first pasture and came through the fence to graze. 

We'll be having to keep an eye out for Mama Doe over the next few weeks because we've had past experiences of the mother deer chasing us or the dogs or even us on the 4-wheeler.  

Some does are pretty protective of their babies, to say the least. 

In other news, high school basketball girls were not concerned in the least about yesterday's ugly weather.  

After all, they spent the day inside a gym, learning new strategies from an expert clinician. 

When I went to visit, the gym was full and intense, disciplined basketball action rarely stopped.  

Alex runs a tight ship, and it looked like every single participant was rising to the expectations. 

Later, Bill and I enjoyed a nice visit with my oldest brother Mike and his wife Mary.  They had just come from a weekend cousins' reunion on Mary's side of the family over in Bozeman, Mont. 

Our conversation veered to the thought that it's time for the Brown cousins to get together again---especially since we are getting older but happily still alive. 

BTW:  Mike, the oldest of the Brown cousins, is celebrating a birthday today.  So, Happy Birthday to him AND also to my friend Pat who's also celebrating his special day. 

It's also Flag Day, but I think my flag will stay inside during this sogginess. 

Happy Tuesday.