IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN.
A trip over the Cascades to the far east side of Washington State (30 miles from Lewiston Idaho) to see my sisters and spend some days on the farm.
Here's a view of the farm and outbuildings from the north hill at twilight.
The main crop is wheat in the Palouse. Hills upon hills of it.
My long time friend Norma from Texas and I made it a road trip.
We stopped on the way to see the amazing Palouse falls. Note the far down kayakers at the edges of the cataract. (Lovely word, cataract)
My sister Megan and her partner Dave now have new paint and a new tin roof on their farm house, more goats and an addition of 42 sheep. No wheat.
Megan and Dave outstanding in their field.
We paraded Megan's favorite goat, Sweetie, in the Pomeroy 4th of July Parade.
Megan bought Sweetie a Festive Hat.
Then,on July 6th, the neighboring sheepherder moved his 1,700 sheep past the farm house to new pastures.
–with the help of another neighbor and her daughters.
The next day Norma helped glaze the kidding shed windows. She has many practical skills.
Dave power washed the south side of the barn.
I painted parts of the shed barn red.
Megan, Norma and I after an afternoon of kidding shed work.
That evening, Norma and I walked way up to the top of the north hill to check out the lone tree.......and found that the ground was damp with a hidden spring. No wonder the tree could split rocks!
We went to the Blue Mountains campout on Teal Point to visit cousins. (I have a bunch...Irish Catholic)
Cousins came to visit.
The obligatory girl friend/sister portrait. Norma, Megan and Me.
Old friends cast long shadows.
A favorite Rilke poem about those shadows.
...You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Flare up like flame
and make big shadows.
Let everything happen to you; beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Marie Ranier Rilke