is there any more pie?

Practices and lessons are going well. The gig is looming.
But we have no name.

Cougar Creek Gals?
Not Your Mamas?
Idaho Blues Sisters?

We are absolutely going to decide this week. I’m making lists (now that the revisions are finished and I am finally on vacation, as of 9 AM Wednesday July 17) and hope to come up with some ideas to vote on.

Meanwhile…we practice. Together and alone.
So much fun!

Here’s a closer look.

Please note that this is only temporary, until I get to town to buy netting.

The birds are eating my tomato blossoms, though Retired Mountain Man says birds don’t eat tomato blossoms and Mandolin Ann and Accordionist Linda/Maggie have never heard of such a thing.

I’m telling you, the birds are attacking my plants.  Even with all the distractions I put up, the birds are attacking my plants.

Tomorrow is Going To Town Day (music lessons, groceries, prescriptions and bird netting) so tomorrow night the garden will look a bit more professional.

I have been advised to buy something called “silver tape” and pinwheels, too.

Meanwhile, back on the nest, another generation waits to eat my garden.

Princess Kate is about to hatch a horde of hungry hellions.

Many of you ask about life here in north Idaho.

What do you do up there?  

I ride around with my laundry, that’s what I do.  Doesn’t everyone?
And I take pictures of my laundry, too.
Look closely and you’ll see…PEACHES.

These are Red Havens, not my favorite.  I’m waiting for the Alberta’s, and then it will be party time.

Going to town is never a spur of the moment decision.  There are lists.  There is structure.  There are lots of things to accomplish, because “town” is 30 minutes away.

On this particular afternoon, I went to town after band practice.  Band practice is “up the mountain”.  It is intense, as we’re learning 14 songs for an August gig.

Yes, I am bragging about having a gig.

Then I went to town.  In town I got gasoline and a cold drink.  I went to the Peach Man!  And then I bought groceries.  You can’t go to town without buying groceries.  I always have empty coolers in my car, along with my laundry.

I bought pork ribs.  Hurray for pork rib sales!

I went to Staples.  Don’t you love the trees?  Hurray for trees!

I bought a monitor.  Hurray for clearance sales!

I went to the laundromat.  Hurray for triple-load washing machines!

And I went to Blimpie, inside Walmart.  Hurray for Tuscan pannini’s with turkey, pepperoni and roasted red peppers!

This was dinner, while my clothes were washing. Excellent timing. Except I forgot my Kindle.  Hurray for eating dinner in the car in front of the laundromat!!!!

Someone is outside my office window sitting on five blue eggs.

I call her Princess Kate.

You know why.

And I wish them both good luck with the whole birthing process.

The deer are not going to get these.  Dancing Mandolin Player helped pick out these hearty plants and I am going to protect them.

There will be no Tomato Heartbreak in 2013.

Plus…I am a real gardener now because I bought this:

Banjo Man and Brother GL are laughing when they think I don’t see, but I don’t care.  There will be tomatoes and they will eat them.