Still MORE orange juice and flour--Day #3

Okay. I agree. Not so exciting yet. But, it's ONLY day three and I'm dreaming of sourdough. It's my effort to be just that much more "crunchy" without having to live off the grid in a yert with a compostable toilet, chasing the milk cow out of the garden with a baby on my back while my kids chop wood and my husband is off hunting for deer or hippo or something else edible that will sustain us through the harsh winter. This seems much more pleasant.

Signs of spring

Remember this picture?



Today, I found some signs of life where that pile used to be. I believe these are tulips.



And I believe these are peonies.



Time will tell.

Another sign of spring. It's been raining here some. Apparently the worms aren't used to rain here. They all come out of the ground and slink onto the driveway. Grace thinks she's hit the jackpot.



And when these are in full bloom, spring is definitely here. Lilac bushes. Six in the front yard alone. I think I counted eleven in the back yard.



Spring. So close I can almost smell it.

More flour and orange juice--day #2

Still not very exciting. But here's hoping I can grow some wild fungus.

Welcome to Idaho

How about some snow in the middle of April?





Alright, I'm not too worried about the snow in April. I may even like it some. But that's not my favorite part of Idaho. I was a Pacific NW transplant. From Western Montana. I grew up on a farm. We had REAL winters. We had REAL summers. And we had REAL sky.





I missed they sky. More than I thought I did.

A little flour, a little orange juice . . .

And hopefully in a little over a week I'll have me some sourdough starter. Yay!

A visit with the horse

We came to my parents' house today. When we got there dad was down riding the horse. And he left the saddle on so we could come join him. Grace was excited. So was Calla.

Shamere looks good. Really good.



Obviously that isn't his best side. Sorry, boy.

And he has company. This is Custer. He liked Calla.



He liked Grace, too.



A pack shetland.



And a burro. He was just about Calla's size. In fact, she wants to ride him. Someday.



And since the baby was home with grandma, I hopped on for a ride.



It felt good.



That's me laughing at Calla's wide-eyed excitement. "Mom! I want to do that!"

Soon enough, Calla. Soon enough.