It has been one thing after another of things that need to get done…work, appointments, the stuff of life. Last evening, after a day of mostly overcast, off and on rain, a few sun breaks and repeat – the partly clearing sky and brisk breeze beckoned Karl and I to Wayfarer’s Park to walk by the lake.
Whitecaps, wind in the trees and temperatures cool enough for a warm jacket made for a fitting start to September.
Evening at Flathead Lake.
I can’t help myself…I keep taking photos of them…
I am not that fond of the darn turkeys but they can be pretty funny. The smallest chicks walk a bit and then skitter across the ground at high speed. Even the chicks are not that attractive… And I question their intelligence. They hang around here, cross near the house where the big dog and big cat live…their only salvation is their ability to fly….and the fact that plucking one vs buying one all ready for the oven holds no allure for me…
Wild Turkey(s).
I live approximately 18 miles Southeast of downtown Kalispell, MT. Kalispell is hardly a big city. The downtown area of stores and restaurants spans maybe 10 blocks with 5-6 blocks of tree lined residential streets to the east and west of the north/south running Main Street.
Along one of those tree lined streets on the east side of Main is the old Kalispell Hospital. Now, it is a mixed used commercial/residential building: Eastside Brick.
And in part of the old parking lot, the owners built and run The Boiler Room.
Sara, who house and Bob-sat for me when I was on an extended rv trip – and then we became friends :)! – owns a condo in “the Brick”. We met there early yesterday morning, in a drizzly rain, for breakfast and a visit at The Boiler Room.
I arrived first, just as the Open sign was turned on…Sunday morning at 8:00 a.m. and there was no one in the place but me. I obtained a mug of strong, hot, coffee and enjoyed looking around while I wasn’t bothering anyone.
A fireplace in the corner with a comfy couch and chairs allows for casual conversation and coffee.
Small tables for two line the walls, with larger tables in the center. A warm mix of wood with industrial-urban-eclectic gave the room an inviting feel that made me want to linger.
I browsed the counter that held goodies for sale which includes pottery from 2 local potters…
falling in love with those big twisty wooden spoons!
Sara arrived and we ordered…the glass case holds no end of tempting goodies – Waffles are a specialty as are pannini, burritos, bagels and more!
Despite both of us having vowed to get some work done this Sunday, we lingered and talked and laughed together. People known to Sara stopped by our table to say hello. It was a cozy morning in a wonderful place shared with a good friend.
Karl and I had a long walk in the morning drizzle and then home. Late morning and it was still only 49F…
Bob thought that a fire in the woodstove would be nice and I agreed.
Karl kept me company when I finally sat myself down and got to work.
Just after supper, the sky cleared, the sun came out – the evening walk was beautiful…and that, on top of that bit of mountain peaking through the clouds….
That is fresh snow!
Sunday: The Boiler Room.
O Lord, make haste and illumine the night.
Say to my soul
that nothing happens without Your permitting it,
and that nothing of what You permit is without comfort.
O Jesus, Son of God,
You Who were silent in the presence of Your accusers,
restrain my tongue
until I find what it should say and how to say it.
Show me the way and make me ready to follow it.
Give peace, O Lord, to my heart.
Prayer of Saint Birgitta of 14th century Sweden
Photos taken 8/28/2010 in my woods: Wild Asters. The flowers are about 1/2 inch in diameter.