It was really pretty before the storm yesterday afternoon.
Then, came the thunder and the wind and eventually the rain.
We had a couple of wild and woolly episodes, especially when the temperature suddenly changed from hot to "might need a coat."
The rains have definitely soaked the fields, which is probably not a welcome situation with acres and acres of hay down.
Hopefully, the moisture didn't do too much damage to this year's crop.
On a positive note, it was nice to see these pretty purple flowers cleansed of their heavy coat of dust.
We have anti-maskers here at the Lovestead.
The Pandemic may be over, but the flies haven't gone away.
When summer flies start irritating the horses' eyes, we put masks on them to protect them.
For some reason, two of my horses don't understand that the masks are actually good for their eye health and their mental well being when flies constantly irritate them.
Consequently, they refuse to wear them, waiting until I take them to pasture and then wasting no time discarding the masks.
Last week when Lefty removed his mask, I searched for it all over the hay field, with no luck.
So, I went to town and bought a new mask.
A lot of good that did. Yesterday both Lefty and CB had removed their masks by noon.
That meant three of the four fly masks were out in the field somewhere.
Deciding I'm not going to keep going to town to buy new masks, I went on a hunt with the 4-wheeler. Happily, I found all three missing masks and have concluded that driving along the fence line is a good thing while on the hunt.
Horses probably coined the phrase that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.
I found all three near the fences.
So, the supply is complete plus one, and I enjoyed my trip around the hay field.
If you're looking for a carpenter who does smaller jobs, Richard is your man. I have no idea why Richard's shirt includes a warning.
Could be that he's a talented storyteller, but what we've seen of Richard and his assistant Lehana after one day tells us that Richard knows a few things about solving a structural problem.
The shed pictured below serves as a shelter for our horses when they're in the barnyard.
It's a shed built in two parts---the second part was necessitated a few years ago by my adding a third horse to the herd.
Over the years, the shed has gradually leaned, and the horses, like beavers, have gnawed away on its support frames.
So, Richard faced the challenge of getting the shed to stand up straight again and to replace some of the support materials.
Bill and I were both amazed at its appearance yesterday after Richard and Lehana worked some magic.
The project will be completed either today or tomorrow, and we can rest easy knowing that the structure will continue standing for many years and that the horses have a whole supply of new wood to chew on.
I'll show the finished product when it's done.
Bill and I are very happy with Richard, Lehana and the shed's return to stability.
Below: Bill showed off his sausage and taters this morning.
I dug the potatoes from the garden yesterday, and we enjoyed them for dinner also.
Nothing like the flavor of new potatoes, straight from the garden.
This morning's Daily Bee will take Sandpoint locals down Memory Lane.
Twasn't exactly a good memory, but it did get the attention of the national press.
Anyone living in Sandpoint in 1958 will probably recall the shootout at the City Club on Pine Street.
One of the highlights of the story dealt with all the rounds of ammunition which were emptied around town during this horrific saga.
Finally, the lovely bovine matron, pictured below, lives in the Taylor's field across the road.
She appeared to be pondering this morning as I took her picture.
I'm wondering if she, like me, was mulling over all this "ado" about brown cows.
Could "How now, Brown cow!" have been a greeting when someone met an impressive brown cow along the trail?
Or, was some poor frustrated soul trying to figure out how to fix the lawnmower while the cow supervised, finally giving up and asking for advice: How now, Brown cow????
Who knows the real answer to that question. Maybe I need to check artificial intelligence and see if there's any historical perspective on the origins of the saying.
In the meantime, she IS a pretty brown cow.
Happy Tuesday.
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