Glimpses of Life in Idaho

This past weekend was full of sociality and hubbub.
These are the moments of calm I managed to capture:

Few things are sweeter than big strong men handling babies of all persuasions.


My mountain man.

[the bright flames of Indian Paintbrush]
And all of creation is lit with the bright brush strokes of God’s hand.  The impasto is hard to miss, the artist’s touch is obvious and when He finished He stuck His paintbrush in the earth and called it good.

Lucy Goosie

A blog post dedicated to Ms Caroline of North Dakota who takes the time to send me frequent emails about what the sky and fields hold in her part of the country during migration seasons.
This goose is for you.

Yesterday:
A delightful afternoon spent with a Canadian Goose gosling at the local crags.  Unbeknownst to we, the mulch piles beneath the cliffs are currently a nesting ground for two pairs of Canadian honkers.  Most unfortunately, the Pocatello climbing community takes the liberty of using this climbing area as an off leash dog run while climbing the basalt cliffs.  Even more unfortunately, these dogs have been running loose and scattering the Canadian Goose families.  I think one mating pair has already lost all of their newly hatched family to the highway or dogs, these orphaned parents seem to be helping with the tending of the surviving goslings of the OTHER mating pair.  When we arrived at the Sunnyside, goslings were wandering all over the highway, separated from their family, cheeping in distress, confused and in great danger.  I grabbed this one, Lucy, and the fireboys and I took turns goosesitting until the parent geese appeared again with the rest of the (living) goslings they had managed to round up.  We set her free into the glad protection of her mother and father and went to rescue another of her kin from certain death on the highway.
The following photos are a collection of moments I managed to capture with my camera.  
Lucy the goose.  She’s ageless.  As young as the dawn.  As ancient as the air.
Enjoy:















:::POST SCRIPT:::
It’s amazing that in this world, while this innocence is stepping out into the green to begin with life, there are:
people finding and losing love
people being born and dying
wars being fought
peace being made
lies being told, truths being found
pen and ink spreading slowly across the faces of blank papers
suns setting and rising
the moon in and out of phases
There is this black and white.
Empty and full.
Good and evil.
And then other things, other things just ARE, as they always have been
and will be forever more.
I’m spinning with the change
I’m still with the steadiness.

:::PSS:::
Aren’t fluffy little goose bums precious?

Lucy Goosie

A blog post dedicated to Ms Caroline of North Dakota who takes the time to send me frequent emails about what the sky and fields hold in her part of the country during migration seasons.
This goose is for you.

Yesterday:
A delightful afternoon spent with a Canadian Goose gosling at the local crags.  Unbeknownst to we, the mulch piles beneath the cliffs are currently a nesting ground for two pairs of Canadian honkers.  Most unfortunately, the Pocatello climbing community takes the liberty of using this climbing area as an off leash dog run while climbing the basalt cliffs.  Even more unfortunately, these dogs have been running loose and scattering the Canadian Goose families.  I think one mating pair has already lost all of their newly hatched family to the highway or dogs, these orphaned parents seem to be helping with the tending of the surviving goslings of the OTHER mating pair.  When we arrived at the Sunnyside, goslings were wandering all over the highway, separated from their family, cheeping in distress, confused and in great danger.  I grabbed this one, Lucy, and the fireboys and I took turns goosesitting until the parent geese appeared again with the rest of the (living) goslings they had managed to round up.  We set her free into the glad protection of her mother and father and went to rescue another of her kin from certain death on the highway.
The following photos are a collection of moments I managed to capture with my camera.  
Lucy the goose.  She’s ageless.  As young as the dawn.  As ancient as the air.
Enjoy:















:::POST SCRIPT:::
It’s amazing that in this world, while this innocence is stepping out into the green to begin with life, there are:
people finding and losing love
people being born and dying
wars being fought
peace being made
lies being told, truths being found
pen and ink spreading slowly across the faces of blank papers
suns setting and rising
the moon in and out of phases
There is this black and white.
Empty and full.
Good and evil.
And then other things, other things just ARE, as they always have been
and will be forever more.
I’m spinning with the change
I’m still with the steadiness.

:::PSS:::
Aren’t fluffy little goose bums precious?

Let Your Hearts Be Glad

Good morning to you all!
Here at Plume Gables we have banana bread in the oven,
Ingrid Filter playing Chopin on the stereo,
coffee and tea in our cups
and the spring bouquet is a sight to behold!

About to pop
the tulips stand
a green sentry.
I know, not many people guard themselves with tulips.
But I do.  Grow flowers, not war.
I’M A BIT WORRIED THAT AS SOON AS THESE BEAUTIES BLOOM
THE DEER WILL HOP THE FENCE AND MUNCH THE BLOSSOMS OFF
SO I’M TAKING GREAT CARE TO WATCH THEIR DAILY PROGRESS
UNLESS I SHOULD MISS THEM IN THEIR CRIMSON SKIRTS.

I successfully cast off the shackles of anger and sadness 
yesterday.  I’m light of spirit.  
There’s Light in my spirit.
Thank you for receiving, so well, my fruits of the Spirit necklaces yesterday.  I hope they fill you up and make you glad and remind you to feel peace, joy, kindness and love when you need it most.  I’ll try to get the rest of the series finished in case any of you were pining away for self-control or patience!!!
Love to you all on this brilliant and sunny Saturday.
More often than not, your support and loving kindness is the breeze in my spinnaker sail.  I’m tacking straight for the heart of the sun.
PLUME
PS  MY MANY MANY SCABS ARE LOOKING INFINITELY SMALLER THIS MORNING AND MY LIMBS FEEL LESS SWOLLEN SO IT’S OFF FOR A RUN IN THE HILLS, THOUGH IT’S USUALLY MORE OF A RUN FILLED WITH PAUSES AS I OFTEN STOP TO LISTEN TO THE SONG BIRDS.  CARDIOVASCULAR WORKOUTS ARE SO BOTHERSOME.

Let Your Hearts Be Glad

Good morning to you all!
Here at Plume Gables we have banana bread in the oven,
Ingrid Filter playing Chopin on the stereo,
coffee and tea in our cups
and the spring bouquet is a sight to behold!

About to pop
the tulips stand
a green sentry.
I know, not many people guard themselves with tulips.
But I do.  Grow flowers, not war.
I’M A BIT WORRIED THAT AS SOON AS THESE BEAUTIES BLOOM
THE DEER WILL HOP THE FENCE AND MUNCH THE BLOSSOMS OFF
SO I’M TAKING GREAT CARE TO WATCH THEIR DAILY PROGRESS
UNLESS I SHOULD MISS THEM IN THEIR CRIMSON SKIRTS.

I successfully cast off the shackles of anger and sadness 
yesterday.  I’m light of spirit.  
There’s Light in my spirit.
Thank you for receiving, so well, my fruits of the Spirit necklaces yesterday.  I hope they fill you up and make you glad and remind you to feel peace, joy, kindness and love when you need it most.  I’ll try to get the rest of the series finished in case any of you were pining away for self-control or patience!!!
Love to you all on this brilliant and sunny Saturday.
More often than not, your support and loving kindness is the breeze in my spinnaker sail.  I’m tacking straight for the heart of the sun.
PLUME
PS  MY MANY MANY SCABS ARE LOOKING INFINITELY SMALLER THIS MORNING AND MY LIMBS FEEL LESS SWOLLEN SO IT’S OFF FOR A RUN IN THE HILLS, THOUGH IT’S USUALLY MORE OF A RUN FILLED WITH PAUSES AS I OFTEN STOP TO LISTEN TO THE SONG BIRDS.  CARDIOVASCULAR WORKOUTS ARE SO BOTHERSOME.