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Enjoying what is there – From the front porch

We had a good soaking rain off and on on the 4th of July. It might be the last really good rain for awhile as there is none in the forecast and this time of year it can go very dry.

When we had the trenching done for the electric, I asked Dave (contractor) to “fix” the ruts we made getting the bus in and out of the old garden site. Apart from the “patch” above, the grass has come up fairly well on the old site but still a bit sparse in areas and there were other small ruts from the 4wheeler. On Sunday, when things were dried a bit from the 4th’s rain, I spread more grass seed and starter fertilizer – in preparation for that, I mowed the yard as close as I dared. The timing was good as the yard is as green and “lush” as it will get….

It struck me yesterday as I was walking with Karl that the yard and the woods – this is likely their prime time for greenness – they look good, they look like summer – beautiful! Yes, the house needs some bushes – landscaping – I’ve been holding off, planning to paint at least the trim – I think the blue should be changed to dark brick brown-red – a darker shade of the roof color. I DO love the grassy yard area where the garden used to be and have NO regrets about giving up that garden. I’m thinking of a small rock bordered flower-herb garden on Karl’s dirt pile. I know that sounds like a potential recipe for disaster, re digging – but I’m ok with a bit of a challenge… and the soil is there, it has a nice contour…we’ll see.

Meanwhile, I will enjoy what IS there.

From the front porch…

View from the dump

I lived in San Francisco for 2 years and then Los Angeles for 13 before moving to Montana in early 1994. Any spot in California with even a snippet of a view of anything was extremely expensive. It was astonishing to come to Montana and find ordinary spots with stunning views… the MacDonald’s in Polson sits on a hilltop with a beautiful view of Flathead Lake and the southern end of the Swan Range and the Flathead Valley. The Flathead County landfill, just south of Whitefish has a gorgeous mountain view in the north end of the valley.

Yesterday, after dropping trash at the county green box area (various of these scattered around the county for the drop off of residential trash) on Montana highway 82 which runs along the northern end of Flathead Lake, I noticed the lake and the clouds and the sky and the colors. I pulled off right in front of the dump area to see what I could capture…

It is a bit hard to see in this reduced photo but if you look closely – at the horizon “line”, you can see a sliver of lake – ruffled from the wind with whitecaps.

The view from the dump…

On eagles wings

From the Front Porch takes off in a slightly different direction today. I have removed ads and closed comments. I was starting to get too concerned about what my “audience” might like, feeling like I needed a post up every morning – usually putting one or 2 together at night whether I felt inspired or not. It is time to get back to the root of my writing and photo shooting and editing so I’m taking away my motivation to please anyone other than me.

I very much appreciate the community of readers and bloggers and hope that when any of you choose to visit From the Front Porch, you find something of interest, beauty and meaning. My email is ann at beardogco dot com for any personal communication.

I will be writing, shooting and editing from my heart as often as I feel inspired to post something that I want to remember and share – mostly a simple chronicle of my daily life and thoughts, illustrated by photographs more often than not.

Young (immature) Bald Eagle – Wayfarer’s Park, Bigfork, Montana – June 30, 2008

1st verse and chorus from “On Eagles Wings” a song composed by Michael Joncas in 1979 based on Psalm 91. The 91st Psalm was a favorite of my first Sunday School teacher and to this day I can see her face, smiling with Joy, as she taught us this Psalm.

You who dwell in the shelter of the Lord
who abide in His shadow for life,
say to the Lord: ‘My refuge,
my God in whom I trust!’

And He will raise you up on eagles’ wings,
bear you on the breath of dawn,
make you to shine like the sun,
and hold you in the palm of His hand.

Lake views

Yesterday late morning, I combined a lunchtime errand run with a stop at the state park to let Karl play in the lake. After a drink and cool off in the water, we walked a short way up a loop path to where there is a rocky overlook.

Summer moon

The moon is just past full. I walked out with Karl this morning about 4:30 a.m. Coyotes were singing of a successful hunt in the eerie, high pitched, keening song that tells of their success and another’s demise – the circle of life in the wild. Usually this would send Karl into a sympathetic or empathetic ?? – howling song of his own, but he stood still and just listened. We started our walk down the driveway and the still nearly full moon was visible in a hazy circle through the trees.

As the sky lightened a bit, the coyotes grew quiet and the morning birds of summer started singing.

The sun rise behind the mountain was a firey hot pink by 5:20 and the first rays turned the wispy clouds overhead a lovely magenta.

The first full day of summer begins here in Northwest Montana.