Archive for ‘June 17th, 2012’

The green, green grass of home

The bounty from Swallow Crest Farm is not the only thing that is green around here. We’ve had plenty of rain this Spring and all that should be green is VERY green. The green is so intense that it glows.

This weekend is the first in several that had mostly sunshine. We have been enjoying it. Today was the warmest day at 70F – perfect!

Sunshine, fresh green grass – what more could a guy like Bob ask for?

It was a day for Bob’s favorite grassy-sunny spot on the edge of the woods, just north of the front porch.

He’s there…just to the right…a small yellow-orange bit – that’s Bob.

And the grass, the trees, the sky – beautiful.

The woods grasses are in tip-top shape as well. With the exception of the “thorn-in-my-side” thistle patch, I’ve been able to keep up with the few other weeds that populate the woods: hand pulling. Good exercise and with the abundant moisture, the few weeds I find let go of the ground easily.

Bear was out also…WITH Bob! They studiously ignore one another – both watching me. I sing and talk to them both. I am very pleased that Bear does not feel the need to do something about Bob and is content in his own space. Bob goes about his own business like he is the only creature in existence… true Bob!

A noise, a smell, a sound…and the beardog is on alert: stationed at Beardog Point looking out for trouble.

Our lives, our Sunday afternoon: enjoyed all together on the green, green grass of home.

Pretzels for Bill

As told by my mother, ever since I posted the photo of my first pretzel, Bill has been saying that I have to make pretzels when I visit next. Bill typically does not say a thing just once :) !

Bill, I will happily make pretzels when I visit!! But here are a few more…in the name of perfecting the recipe and technique…

I was a grown up, middle aged adult when Bill became part of the family but he’s there with help and ideas when I need them, he was a professional photographer for a time and supports my photography plus gave me some beautiful books by Ansel Adams that I have learned from. He and my mother were foodies before that term was coined – and now we all enjoy sharing things we’ve learned, new things we try and cooking together when we can.

And he loves my Mama. So, pretzels for you, Bill, and Happy Father’s Day!

Love,
Liz, your wacky Montana step-daughter (that’s wacky, NOT wicked :)! )