The Scene of The Crime

This is all that's left of a beautiful pork roast.

THE ACCUSED!

Joel Practicing His Grandparenting Skills

A Rose By Any Other Name

Joel just brought these beautiful roses in from our garden.

Pennies From Heaven

The other evening the National Warning System sounded over the radio. Joel got all excited thinking about an impending thunderstorm. He waited patiently for the beeping to stop, the silent pause and finally the mechanical, computer generated voice stating a storm system was heading our way!!!! Be prepared, it said, for.........penny sized hail and............16 mile per hour winds! We were shaking in our boots...not from fear but from laughter. A warning like that on the great plains wouldn't even have elicited a raised eyebrow. There we were bombarded by baseball sized meteors crashing at blazing speeds with such impact they knocked down tree limbs the size of redwood trunks, making our lawns look like tossed salads of ruined perennials, annuals and tree leaves, accompanied by winds so cacophonous, it sounded like trains speeding by.

Walk On By

Joel and I were reminded again this weekend about what a beautiful part of the country we live in. After camping at Heyburn State Park which is the oldest state park in Idaho,



















we took the Lake Coeur D'Alene Scenic Byway Drive.

















We finished up with a 3.3 mile hike along what is called the Mineral Ridge which was the first recreation site developed by the Bureau of Land Management in Idaho. It's basically a "classroom in the forest". There are 22 stations along the hike that provide instruction on environmental education for the local school districts. It's accompanied by a beautiful, comprehensive, trail guide. Here is a picture of the view that awaited us before our downhill descent.

















Caribou Cabin...this is what remains of The Caribou Mining Company's unpatented claims.


















After a 2.3 hike upward on a path full of switchbacks, it was a steep, but beautiful trail down.

The Dog Days Of Summer

A few pictures of the best camping companions you'd ever want to hang with.

Perfect Evening

My new little bistro set arrived in the mail today...$5.00 shipping and handling! Joel put it together and I placed it on the back porch. I've been trying to cozy up the porch to give it a "come sit out here" with your coffee/wine/newspaper feeling. It's getting there. Rex and Jeanette sent us a lovely Japanese sounding chime for our 30th wedding anniversary. We hung it nearby and it has a very comforting sound.

Lady and the Tramp

Katie had her next door neighbor and all around gal pal, Sammy, over for a few days while Sammy's owners were out of town. Can you tell which is Katie, the inappropriately displayed teenager and which is Sammy, the lady?

We Miss You Friend

The better part of one's life consists of his friendships. - Abraham Lincoln

Spring Is Nature's Way Of Saying, "Let's Party!"

Thought you all might like to see a few pictures from the spring catalogue known as "A Poore Garden".

Eat Your Vegetables

I think Katie is a vegetarian. She gets more excited about a stump of broccoli than she does a piece of chicken. I bet she has the cleanest digestive tract on Elton Avenue.

The Circle Of Life

Joel and I have come full circle. Babies came along shortly after we were married. We were consumed with talking about baby food intake...what food, how much, if they liked it. More importantly...we discussed poop. That's right. Poop. How much, the color, how what the boys ate affected the color and consistency. Okay...in fairness to myself, Joel was the one obsessed by poop and its color. Now it's happening again. We find ourselves talking about how much Katie ate today, what type of food it was, how much she ate and if she seemed to like it. And, of course, that means we have to talk about if she poops, how often and where...not to mention the color and consistency. Yes, this is what we've been reduced to. No wonder Katie, after only two weeks with us, thinks she's the QOE (Queen Of Everything).

Of course, a discussion about our new child wouldn't be complete if we didn't brag on how smart she is. When eating outside with her bowl on the concrete patio pad, she gets frustrated that the bowl doesn't sit still as she pushes her nose to the corners of the bowl. So, she picks the bowl up with her mouth and carries it to the grass or dirt so it will stay still. How's that for critical thinking skills.

K-K-K-K-Katie

Katie is the newest addition to our family. We picked her up at S.C.R.A.P.S., (Spokane County Regional Animal Protection Service). We stopped in Friday afternoon to "just take a look" and become familiar with the place and the adoption process. Unfortunately, we were gently "ambushed" by a volunteer who told us she had a favorite "just down here". We must have had "suckers" written all over our faces. The next thing we knew we had this dog on a leash and were taking this sweetie for a walk outside. I'm sure the volunteer used some sort of stun gun, hypnotism, weak will making type of dohickey on us to weaken our resolve and make us instantly love the dog. We did have the strength of will to say we wanted to think about it over night. However, by the time S.C.R.A.P.S. opened the next day, I was nervously pacing the house trying to get Joel out the door so we could be there as soon as the door opened. I just knew someone else was going to get OUR dog. Sure enough, when we got there, we saw about 20 cars in the parking lot and families of people lined up at the door! You would have thought it was a 50% off sale at Macy's. I had my elbows sharpened, however, and my running tennis shoes laced up and ready to go. Not to worry, though. The dog was still there and we were able to take her home. She's 2 1/2, listed as a laborador but she's smaller than a lab. She has a reddish coat. Her name was Coco but we've renamed her Katie, as in Katherine Hepburn, due to the redness of her coat. She's a well behaved doggie and loves to be scratched behind the ears. She doesn't bark or chew. It said she was taken to the shelter because she chased the neighbor's chickens. We think she was framed. Guess we'll find out when the quails come around.

There's No Time Like Snow Time