Monthly Archive for August, 2007

Moon shadows

Published on August 31, 2007 in Front Porch Musings and Nature. Closed

I wish I could get a photo of moon shadows – the moon has not only been full or near it lately but it rises about the time I go out with Karl before bed and is still high enough to light the driveway when we get up in the morning so he and I take a very early – 5 a.m. little walk … “by the light of the silvery moon.”

Winter, with snow on the ground will be the time to try for a photo.  Usually, I so enjoy the moonlight that I don’t want to fuss with camera, tripod, settings – but this might be the year.

Things in my life have taken such a wonderful turn lately – not that they were “bad” – but WOW,  the stars and planets seem to have aligned themselves in a new way and everything seems brighter, more in focus, more fun – absolutely full of life. 

Not moon shadows but after the moon set and the sun started up behind the mountains, I got these:

Clouds I

Clouds II

Clouds III

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Published on August 30, 2007 in Misc. 3 Comments

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Woody?

Published on August 27, 2007 in Front Porch Musings, Montana, Nature and Pets. Closed

WoodpeckerI don’t know what kind of woodpecker Woody the Woodpecker actually was – and if I’ve lost some readers here, Woody the Woodpecker was a cartoon on when I was a child.  Woody was a troublemaker character and I feel the same about the real thing.  We have 3 fairly common woodpeckers here and although there are plenty of trees, the nice, relatively soft wood of house siding is sometimes more attractive to them.  It’s head rattling to hear and then the holes in the siding… update to this post 8/31…Yes, the guy to the left is a pileated Woodpecker – I actually thought I wrote this but got lost in the writing and not until I rechecked after an email from my mother did I realize that I didn’t positively identify this guy – yes a male – telltale sign is the red “mustache” which the females do not have.

 My cat, Gus, who was all of 8 pounds bagged 2 of the large, gray, Northern Flicker – 2 that I know of.  And actually, it was interesting to handle them – they were apparently not good eating – they were left intact in the laundry room so I had to dispose of the bodies.  They were so light!  I read a science fantasy book at one time that had to do with hybrid bird-humans that had wings and part of the process was hollow bones to minimize weight – and that is actually true of birds, they have hollow bones.  It is still always a surprise to me to hold a bird (granted, they are always dead) and feel how light they are.  I’ve picked up hawks who did themselves in on some window and that large, hunter – capable of killing cats and rabbits – like nothing in my hands.

I am not a bird watcher by any means, but with the cats, I’ve had the “opportunity” to see a variety of them “up close and personal”.  I do enjoy seeing the bald eagles – growing up in Ohio – the bald eagle, symbol of the U.S. – seemed a mystical, magical bird.  And they do look very dignified whether flying or sitting on some high perch.  Ravens, aka Montana Black Eagles … have some mystic surrounding them according to Native American lore – I don’t know any of it, but I do know that when they fly overhead – and they often fly below the treetops along my drive – I can hear the swish of wings and they sound much bigger than they are.  I recognize the sound now and can stop and just listen without feeling like something intends to carry me away.  The sound of their wings is one of those sounds – like wind in the pines, or blowing snow – that evoke some deep, peaceful feeling – the closeness of God, the miracle of nature, my good fortune in being able to stop, be silent and listen…

How the garden grows

Published on August 26, 2007 in Montana and Yard and Garden. Closed

The garden…I have a kind of love-hate relationship with the garden.  On one hand, when I bought this house last fall and it had the large garden with raised beds, 2 patches of strawberries, some rhubarb, asparagus, fruit trees and other stuff I couldn’t identify – I thought, what fun!  I hadn’t really grown stuff I could eat since my Ohio days – a lifetime ago!  And my last house had a beautifully established herb garden – perennials – all I had to do was weed, water and enjoy…and I planted annuals around and in pots for color.  But here was a REAL garden.  Turned out that it was/is a lot more fun in theory – at least for me.

I spent several weekends in the spring cleaning up the raised beds – the strawberry patches were particulary awful as they should have been cut back in the fall so I had to cut dead runners, pull weeds and try not to kill the new growth in the process.  By the time I left for Colorado, the entire garden looked wonderful – I had been able to enjoy the rhubarb and the strawberries were in bloom with little green berries starting, and some Iris planted along a border had bloomed.  Iris are a particular favorite of mine, but ironically, I am not a huge fan of strawberries – I like a few now and then. I spoke to my neighbors about keeping an eye on the house, yard and garden while I was gone – making sure my “irrigation system” did not run amok, etc. and said they were welcome to all of the strawberries – which they were thrilled about.

On my return, the neighbors had had their fill of strawberries … the irrigation system did fine and everything thrived, including a LOT of weeds…  I found out that I wasn’t really into gardening on the scale of the BIG garden.  I have decided – I think – to take it out.  A little more grass would be easier and I have another smaller spot by the garage that would make a garden area – veg garden – plenty large enough…and in fact I think I’ll just do container stuff – a pot of tomatoes, peppers, etc. – and easy to rig up a drip system and cover them with some sort of mesh to keep the deer out – so that is the plan.

Pots 

And in the meantime, I have the plants that I brought back from Colorado – Egyptian Walking Onions, Pimiento and a Pepper started by my step-Dad, Bill.  The pimiento was eaten to the quick by a deer but Bill says it will recover and I should be able to winter it in the house – ditto the pepper and he says the onions “are not mortal” and I definitely cannot kill them!  These onions are wonderful – something on the order of sweet scallions – and you can see below – they make “babies” on the tops – cut the “babies” off and put them back in the dirt – more onions – it is like magic!  Well, it’s fun.

Onions

Garden

Above right – the photo makes the garden look much better than reality at the moment…I have a bumper crop of thistles, quack grass and other weeds I don’t know what they are called.  It is green, though….

Clean ‘er up!

Published on August 25, 2007 in Front Porch Musings and RV Maintenance. Closed

Motorhome

Ann

It was a beautiful day and I was ready fairly early so took the motorhome for propane and then a rinse off at the local car wash which conviently has a motorhome/truck bay.  It is a sort of “Keystone Cop” drill of back and forth and up and down – rinse, suds, brush, rinse – move the motorhome forward a bit, repeat – twice…  But gets the worst of the road dirt off and the water/mess goes down the drain.

A bit of fine tuning at home and she’s fairly clean.  I don’t make myself crazy over getting every bit of stuff and water spot off but nice to have a wash every now and again.  And it was just one of those days that made me feel like being outside doing something. 

The wind came up which might not be good for the fires but the sound of the wind in the pines and the light which is getting that fall angle – nice…  

Whitefish morning

Published on August 23, 2007 in Front Porch Musings and Montana. Closed

When I first moved to Montana, I lived in Whitefish at the base of Big Mountain Ski Resort.  I moved from Whitefish in Fall, 2002 south to Bigfork area.  I still see Whitefish Doctors, Vet, Hair salon and friends…  Yesterday morning, I was there for some appointments – it was cool enough to have Karl with and we always stop at what is now the Soccer Fields and a monstrous subdivision called “The Lakes at Whitefish” – very la-di-dah!  When Karl was an itty-bitty-puppy-boy, for off leash training we came here and walked in the dirt tracks and it was just a nice, big, kind of wild place – well, things change…   It is pretty, just different.

Big Mtn

The Lakes

Karl

Cowgirl Coffee

Above right – Cowgirl Coffee – on the way to Whitefish…my favorite Cowgirl Mocha a spicy mocha latte… at least the coffee has not changed!

More normal

Published on August 21, 2007 in Front Porch Musings, Montana and Weather. Closed

Things continue to get more “normal” – temperature/air quality-wise.  Karl and I took a long walk yesterday for the first time in many weeks.  The sky was cloudy, but patches of blue and the clouds were just clouds, not smoke.  The air smelled clean after the rain and I was comfortable walking in shorts and sweatshirt.  They have allowed a lot of evacuees back to their homes and are starting to get containment on the fires that were threatening structures.  It is still far from over and the “wrong” weather could kick things up again but for the moment it feels more normal.

Karl

Sky

Blue Skies

Published on August 20, 2007 in Front Porch Musings, Montana and Weather. Closed

Blue SkyBlue sky! – not a lot but the first that I’ve seen for awhile.  And the other bits are clouds and NOT smoke.  A little rain last night cleared things for a bit and more rain forecast for this afternoon and this week.  The wind in front of the rain made everyone nervous and they evac’d some around the active fires, but everyone back home today.  Engine 7 from my district is back as well as the Fire Chief and Dept President that went to the Black Cat Fire.

Everyone is talking about Fall – this will be one of the most anticipated and appreciated Fall seasons since I’ve lived in Montana – although most everyone enjoys the color, the cool, crisp days…the lack of tourists.  Even though the tourists provide the foundation of our local economy…they take up parking spaces, and restaurant room – and this weekend… I was entering the grocery and nabbed by one who wanted to know what there was to “do”, where was a farmer’s market??? And when I hesitated – because most of the farmer’s markets are on Thursday and I was trying to remember if the one at the mall was on Saturday – and while I was thinking, he had the nerve, I say THE NERVE to laugh AT me and make a comment about having asked the wrong person.  I should have laughed back and walked away but felt compelled to defend myself and made some suggestions all of which he shot down as his wife had already done those things -  a blown dry, CA – yuppie baby boomer – WHY did they even come to MT???  And why was I not smarter in response??  Plus, I was at the grocery story in town that I HATE and always swear to never go in again, but went because I wanted just a few things – arrgggh!  Luckily, it was cool enough to have Karl in the car with me and he kissed me on my return and all was well – we went home, had a good lunch and played nerf football – all better!

My impatiens…I bought them late after returning from Colorado – 1/2 price at the nursery – gorgeous… I put them in the shady part of the garden when I went to Missoula thinking they would get plenty of water from the garden sprinklers, but on my return they looked dead – I wish I had taken a photo.  I almost threw them out, but decided to see if they would at least partially revive and so I apologized to them – over and over – and gave them a good drink and by the next morning they looked well, although no blooms.  So I kept it up and after the foilage seemed good, gave them some food and WOW – you would never know that they had suffered a drought. 

Impatiens Porch

Impatiens