Friday, June 17

Summer...are you out there???

We (well, Stockton & I, anyway) have been joyfully anticipating our summer in Idaho...
...lazy days in the pond, hours of bouncing on the trampoline, frog-hunting, fort-building, picnics, camping, get the picture.
But Mother Nature decided to play a little trick on us.
A little bit of bait and switch, if you will.
We came home expecting this:

What we got was this:

Okay, okay, it wasn't quite this bad, but pretty darn close.

That whole global warming thing?
A lie.
Whoever believes in that nonsense has clearly never been to Idaho in the "summer".

But, alas, we're adapting.
Our Maui-thinned blood is thickening and we are hoping to replace our fleece and Uggs with more typical summer attire before we have to leave.

Speaking of adapting, we're also adopting.
Pets, that is.
These are our latest:

Meet Bambi and his sister.

After having the tree farm to themselves all winter, they're not quite sure what to make of us.
After engaging in a staring contest with us for a few minutes, they decided we weren't much of a threat and edged a bit closer onto the lawn.

The doe even had the nerve to chomp on my flowering crabapple trees. She was shooed away only to return about 15 minutes later for another snack.
 I'm not a fan of hers anymore.

Same evening, looking south over the tree farm.
Loved the sky.
And check out this rainbow that showed up a few minutes later.

And this is what I am hoping to find at the end of the rainbow...


I know you're out there...
please come to Idaho.

Saturday, June 11

Just another little care package...

Senecca has moved off campus into a house, so I thought she might enjoy a few
things to set up her kitchen.

I just love the great new glasses that have patterns and textures shaped right into the glass.

This dish towel has an embroidered octopus on it.
I wish I had taken a picture of it unfolded.
 It is really cute. 
But you'll just have to take my word for it.


A particularly great issue of Food Network Magazine.
Of course I previewed it for appropriate content like any self-respecting mother would.

And what's a care package from mom without a little taste of home?

Oh yeah, baby, Idaho spuds all the way...