Littlefield, Texas

I've been asked by numerous friends, "What was it like?" so, for all of you who asked, here's my little synopsis of Littlefield, TX and a few things I learned along the way. A farming community of about 6500 residents located in the panhandle of Texas, it's a little town with a big heart. The closest city is Lubbock and this, my friends, is Texas Tech territory. God help you if you're an Aggie from A&M and you wander unaware into this little corner of the world (for all of you Griz fans, it would be similar to having a Cat fan stroll on in to town). This piece of information was drilled into me before I ever set foot on Texas soil as our flight attendant and a passenger got into a heated debate on this very subject before we had even landed. Tip #1 - if you know nothing about sports or competing schools, keep your trap shut or run the risk of being escorted out of town.







The town of Littlefield still retains alot of the charm of a by-gone era. The courthouse still has a bomb shelter and the main street looks as if Elvis will come driving by at any minute. The people are very friendly but certainly notice when there are strangers in the mix. Tip #2 - when taking a picture of main street, do not use a camera with a telephoto lens and STAY ON THE SIDEWALK. Waving a camera around while standing on the edge of the road will apparently cause a traffic jam for the 2 cars that happen to be driving on the street.




One of Littlefield's claim to fame is that country great, Waylon Jennings, was born here, a fact they proudly display on water towers and murals around town. They even have a Waylon Jennings Avenue. It's the street that runs East to West and bisects Main St. You can't miss it as every other business has incorporated some portion of "Waylon" or "Jennings" into their name. This brings us to Tip #3 - do NOT diss Waylon! We won't even go into what can happen to you if you disregard that one. Let's just say "tar" and "feathers" will be in your immediate future.


Last, friendly though they are, these people love their meat, a fact that's a bit disconcerting to a tried-and-true vegetarian. This leads me to Tip# 4 (you veges better pay attention) - do NOT go to the local McDonalds and try to order an Egg McMuffin without the meat. It can lead to hysteria and mayhem. As one old-timer noted as we stood at the counter watching the drama playing out in front of us, "That looks like a Chinese fire drill". Hmm, and indeed it did.




So, if you happen to find yourself in need of wide, open spaces, friendly faces, red dirt and cotton aplenty, you couldn't go wrong in moseying on over to Littlefield. Just make sure to pack your Red Raiders t-shirt before you go.

The Long Road Home

So, I just got home last night from a trip down memory lane. I won't even go into the white-knuckle drive home over Lookout Pass late last night but, suffice it say, the extra money it would have taken to fly roundtrip from Missoula would have been worth double the amount! Note to self, Montana still gets snowstorms in late March so plan accordingly.

Memory lane was actually my late grandparents' old farm in West Texas, Circleback area to be specific, where my dad was raised. Don't worry if you're not familiar with it as it's just a crossroads in the middle of acres and acres of farmland. I was lucky enough to spend some of my early summers there, running wild through the corn and cotton fields, swinging in a tire swing in a tree next to the house, slurping down Big Red soda (anyone familiar with it?), eating watermelon fresh from the garden and whittling sticks on the front porch with Grandpa and my brothers. Well, as it happens, life goes on, grandparents pass away and farms are sold but, as it also happens, people like to return to their roots so, on a blustery March day, my dad, my brothers and I made a pilgrimage to our old stomping grounds.





The farm has been deserted now for 30 years but it's funny how the memories still linger. The front porch is still there where we sat and whittled happily away, the tree with the tire swing has fallen over and been sandblasted by the blowing sand but I could almost see the tire swinging in the wind. The chicken coop where my brother, Michael, once got himself trapped inside is still standing silently in the corner behind the house and, if you listened closely, you could still imagine the clucking of the hens who once lived there. The screen door that lead to the kitchen was hanging listlessly from it's frame but the squeak of the spring and the happy slap it used to make as we ran in from a summer's thunderstorm still rang in my mind.





As for the farmhouse, it is a silent sentinel surrounded by land that has been placed in the soil bank and which has been allowed to return to the native grasses of the plains. No one comes to visit any more except for the coyotes and other creatures who wander through occasionally. It just sits there quietly, waiting. But the memories; the good and the bad, the ones of working the land through brutal winters and even crueler summers, of families, of children wrestling, fighting, laughing, loving, of friends and family visits, of lessons that snapping turtles really do snap and rattlesnakes are nothing to mess with, and of finding out that there is a big, wide world out there just beyond the horizon, and discovering that the road home is a long one.....yea, those memories still linger....

Searching For The Sun

I have been hovering and watching my little trays of peat pods like a mother hen watching her eggs and I am so proud and happy to report I HAVE SEEDLINGS! I know, I know, this is something we've experienced since planting our first sunflower seed in first grade but, all these years later, it still amazes me. I ran around looking for Erik and made him come and gaze at these brave, little starts struggling up through their damp peat moss. Look at these gorgeous little guys! One day...nothing! And the next....PLANTS!

Now that I've gotten this positive reinforcement on seed-starting, I am like a junky looking for my next fix. I can't pass up any seed stands and I dream of all the plants I could grow. Erik is threatening to cut off my "garden budget" if I don't start controlling myself but he'll be changing his tune when I start harvesting the first butternut squash, or Anaheim chile! Or pumpkins, Brussels sprouts, Walla Wallas, basil, sage, tomatoes (2 varieties), spicy and sweet mesclun, zucchini, watermelons, jalapenos, beets, carrots, peas and beans.... Hmmm, ok, I admit, I've got a problem.....

Harbingers of Spring

Wow! What a beautiful weekend we had! Sunny, warm and gorgeous which sent me straight into full gardening mode. I raked, trimmed, pruned and planted and rejoiced at the change in seasons. I was thrilled to see my garden coming back to life. Take a look at the crocus poking through the lavender and lamb's ear. They are practically exploding with color! So nice to see after a long winter of white, gray, black and brown.

Well, since I was in full gardening esctasy, I lost my mind and actually decided to start some seeds. I am horrible at the whole "house plant" thing. Give me a patch of dirt...anywhere!, and I can make magic happen but, hand me a plant and tell me to take it inside and the plant and I both struggle along until I can eventually get it back outside. Be that as it may, I am really tired of being at the mercy of whatever seedlings our local Farmers Market participants have decided to grow so I got the bee up my bonnet and, voila!, I am now hovering over 3 trays of peat and seeds. I even took it so far as noting in my dayplanner when I should see them sprout and when each plant should be mature and full of bounty. Hmm, I just hope I can get them up and keep them alive until I can get them outside. Cross you fingers for me!

If my plan succeeds, I should be rolling in various peppers, pumpkins, Walla Wallas and tomatoes not to mention giant sunflowers, carnations, candytuft and sweet peas. Oh, and did I mention the herbs? Yea, sweet basil, cilantro, and oregano and I'm bound and determined to find organic peppermint so my friend Lori and I can brew our very own peppermint tea.

So, be prepared, folks, for gardening updates from now until the first snow flies. Until then, happy gardening!

Chloe

Well, I realize it's been awhile since my last post so I thought I'd get something up. I managed to catch a pretty bad cold and it really wiped me out and since I've been hanging around the house and haven't been up to much, I thought I'd use this time to give my dog, Chloe, a little face time.

Chloe is the dog I said I absolutely did not want. There were really ony 2 criteria that I was adamant about when we were looking for a buddy for Riley: 1) It needs to be male and 2) No Labs (sorry, Lab-lovers. They're great dogs but just a bit too happy and goofy for me). I was hoping for a large, male German Shepherd since our old man had recently passed away but, you know what they say about the best laid plans.... Chloe was one of the smallest of her litter, was female and, gasp, obviously a black lab cross. But, as I was reaching for one of the larger male puppies in her litter, she just crawled up on my shoe and wouldn't budge so, heck, who am I to say no to fate? Plus, the one thing we do know about Chloe is that her mother was an AKC registered German Shepherd so we were hoping that would temper the Lab enthusiasm level. Erik likes to say that Chloe is a German Shepherd in Black Lab's clothing. Personality-wise she is all German Shepherd but in looks she is truly Black Lab.

She is the other athlete in the house and is never happier then when she sees Erik pulling out his running shoes. We call her the Stealth Bomber because she is so quick and silent that she can swoop in and around you and you never see her coming. She has also been known to swoop in, take your legs out from under you and disappear before you even hit the ground. You'll just find yourself flat on your back wondering what the heck just happened. It drives our other dog, Riley, insane the way she swoops in and out and, at one point, he got so frustrated that he started to try to grab onto her as she'd run past him. We had to put a quick stop to that behaviour though as most of the time, instead of stopping her, he'd be left standing with a hunk of her flesh in his teeth. (We never said Riley was the brightest bulb in the chandelier.)

Chloe is fluent in 4 different languages; English, French, Spanish and Sign Language. If you even think the words "Walk", "Park", "Drive", "Camp" or "Treat" you might as well get to it because Chloe will start screaming which alerts the other two to what's going on and then you have a swirling mass of doggie-ness on your hands. She plays "Seeing-Eye Dog" for Daisy who is partially blind and Search and Rescue is one of her all-time favorite games. You can never get lost if Chloe is anywhere nearby and good luck at having privacy during your bathroom break while hiking or camping. She just assumes you want to be found and pointed out to everyone.

She's shy and sweet but will take down a St. Bernard to save one of her own, is too smart for her own good, has a tail like an otter and can launch a wineglass like a rocket.... and we are so lucky to have her in our lives.

A Walk in the Woods

After a week of gorgeous weather, I was a bit melancholy to see the clouds move back in. I know, I know, it's still officially winter in Montana but a girl can dream, can't she? So, in an effort to cheer ourselves up, E & I decided to take the pups for a much-needed run up in Pattee Canyon.

There was still quite a bit of snow on the ground though it was pretty icy. I, who is never dressed approriately, was wearing my old running shoes with practically no tread. I managed to slip and slide and contort myself into positions that should have given me high scores had I been competing in any sort of gymnastic competition. And, of course, they were all completed with the utmost of grace....not! Thank god no one was around to see my contortion act. The dogs actually thought it was some sort of game and kept running up to me to see what I was doing.

I did manage to save my camera from sure death and snap a couple of pictures and in the end fun was had by all. Not to mention the scenery is great no matter what season!

Peace

It was such a beautiful day today! And, of course, all I could think about was getting my hands in the dirt. I decided to put up a picture to give us all something to look forward to (in more ways than one)...

This picture was actually taken on a trip to New Zealand but the utter glory of this rose sent me right out to plant one of my own as soon as my feet hit Montana soil.