Bon Fire!

How about the low-down on some home town excitement? 🙂

So, a few weeks ago, we were just getting ready to shut down shop for the day, and I glanced out the window toward the massive log pile we have at work. It is where the professional tree care people drop the BIG trees they've taken down. There was a little wisp of smoke, followed by a short puff of smoke…..I called for one of the fellas to come check what was going on…..then boom!, the whole center of the stack was in flames.

Thankfully, there was no one back there. The fire department was called and came right away.

The smaller brush, and grass, hay, and leaves were in separate but nearby piles.

So they brought big equipment out to push the other flammable materials away from the burning stack of wood.

 

 

It could have been quite the weeny roast / s'mores party if we had known to bring the goods ahead of time (just joshing – our firemen are very professional, safety minded folks, and would never allow such nonsense ;o ). No one knows what started the fire. Maybe a carelessly thrown cigarette, maybe spontaneous combustion; it's a mystery.

Once they got a handle on it and had the flames very manageable , they took advantage (since it was already burning) and added small amounts to the bon fire, a bit at a time, of all the other yard waste that has been piling up for over a year. It took several days, but now there is just a neat and tidy pile of cooled ashes back there. New green waste piles have been started, and there is lots of room for it, which is good, because it has already been coming in fast and furious this Spring. Folks started working in their yards in early March, which is unheard of around here, but Winter backed off extremely early, and everyone is getting after all their yard and garden chores!

This was big news in our little town; made the paper and everything!

TTFN,

Teresa 🙂

 

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Sweet Spring

Spring is inching it's way in! I haven't posted in awhile because it's been pretty ordinary around here, which is good! I'm certainly not complaining…..I love the slow, comfortable pace of the consistent, simple, everydayness we have in our little town. But not much to pass along in a post that would be of interest to folks.

So, I will just share a few photos I've taken close to home in the last few weeks, and a few pretty shots from Facebook that some of our locals have taken. There really is no rhyme or theme to them, but each is pretty in it's own right, so hope you enjoy.

My garden is coming to life! That always makes me happy, and gives me something to look forward to.

The leaves are unfurling,

bright little shoots are appearing,

a few blooms have popped out,

and the promise of a few more present themselves if the wicked frost stays away.

 

Since I had the day off, and it was such beautiful weather, Declan, Piper, and I decided to forgo all the house chores and take a short car ride. We started off going a few miles South of town.

 

 

 

 

 

My friend Delores, that I used to work with at the clinic, owns this little school house. It sits just behind me as I took the pictures above. Many years ago it was on the front cover of Life Magazine. It hasn't been in use for a long, long time, but they try to to keep it preserved since it is a piece of our local history.

 

Then we went northwest of town and took a few shots of the Crazy Mountains before the snow is all melted off.

 

The photo below is the tail end of the Crazies. If it were a panoramic shot, this would be shown attached to the photos above on the left side.

The tall mound (to the left) is Goat Mountain. The road to our cabin passes to the right of this mountain, and heads several miles deeper into the Crazies.

I took the following on the way back to my house. Since I live on the “hill”, it offers a pretty good overall view of our town.

I like that it catches the back view of the pretty, old train depot. When I was 5, my Grandma took my brother, my 2 girl cousins, and I, on a train trip. Twenty four whole miles to Bozeman, just so we could all experience a ride on a passenger train. I can remember the terrific anticipation, waiting in the train depot, for them to announce our time to board. To me, it was a magical trip. That old depot has always held a special place in my heart since that day.

 

A night shot (by Erik Petersen) of our town I borrowed from Facebook.

Everybody's favorite burger spot in town, only open in the Summertime. Just opened last Wednesday for their 62nd season! (Facebook photo)

When Mr. Bruce got home from work, we took the dogs for a walk down at the dog park next to the river. It was a beautiful, balmy evening.

Luckily, he had his phone with him, so I borrowed it to catch the lovely evening light on the railroad bridge and far off Crazy Mountains.

Ah, sweet Spring!

TTFN,

Teresa 🙂

 

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