I’m watching the sun set through the wide windows in the dining room at the farm. The canyon walls above the Snake River are sparked up pink, peach and gold — brilliant and rugged. It’s beautiful here but I’m already homesick for the views at elk camp. I feel irritated with myself when I’m some place gorgeous and I can’t enjoy it fully but camp has the feel of family to me, a feeling I’ve been starved for all fire season long. I’ll be back at camp in a jiffy after I take care of a few things. Until then, stand steady Big Country, I’ll be coming home to you.
With my sky dogs on the swayback of a spur — Robbie below us cacheing food at our spike camp. It’s the best time of year to be Idahoan.
:::NOW CLOSED::: And the winner is @ms.molls❤️ Thank you all for the wonderful comments you left on this giveaway. You never cease to amaze. . . . ➕Giveaway➕ For no good reason at all except that I love to love you. A Built To Bend Ring (a beloved design of mine that’s been around for 4 years...or five?) — created to encourage you to be aware of your strengths and sensitive to your shortcomings, to bend deeply but to not break beneath the weight of this world. The winning name will receive this ring in the size of their choosing (6,7,8,9 or 10). As always, simply leave a comment on this post so I’ll know you were here and I’ll draw a winning name when the time is right. Thank you for supporting me as I go about my work, the sum of which is my life. ➕Of The West➕
Only TWO MORE WEEKS and then we can say we made it through another fire season. Abandon the truck and Airstream in McCall, babe. Have the jumpship toss you out over the farm so you can fly directly to the front door. You’ll have to crank a hard right to get around the big pine by the driveway but I’ve seen you steer around worse. Oh! I have a better idea. I can saddle Hawk for you and you can land right on his back and we’ll gallop away into the canyon sunset. Forever. I can almost taste the freedom. #smokedaddy #smokejumper #jumperwife
Over the past two weeks I’ve had 18 people pop by the farm and many of them spent the night. It was incredible, energizing and I can’t tell you how nice it felt to offer my road weary friends the lush and restorative beauty of my farm and gardens, the hilarious love of all my critters, rides on my horses and some truly fabulously farmy meals that ministered to all our spirits. Thanks to everyone who stopped along the way. You made this month so special for me. May our friendships endure. Now I’ve gotta go take a nap. I’m tuckered out. . . . 📸: @beccaskinner
I squandered the entire day on my horses, the farm, my dogs, my cats, my chicks, my dahlias...keeping this place running this summer probably shortened my lifespan by 15 years but when I allowed myself to take the time to sit on a fence rail today, to look around and linger, my efforts were clearly visible — our place is gorgeous and prolific. We’re all going to bed weary and fulfilled tonight and we all have some seriously stanky sweat stains like Hawk boy here. I’ll never suffer from ennui. There’s too much to do! I hope your sabbath was a beauty. #hawkthewalker Post Scriptus: I took this photo after I breezed Hawk (wide open, full throttle) on a sandy forest service road for a full mile. You guys, he’s real fast.
Build it slowly, honestly, with intention. Build it to last, but let it change, shift and evolve along the way. Don’t grip it too tightly, don’t control it and suffocate it. Don’t kill its spirit. Respect it. Give it space. When it’s difficult, don’t give up on it. See where it wants to take you and allow it to lead. Allow it to change who you are. Grow up together, side by side, hand in hand. This is a craft. It’s going to take your entire lifetime and not one minute less or more. ➕Of The West➕
I think I just lived the best weekend of the summer here at the farm. I had a passel of people pop by for visits last week and next week looks to be about the same with regards to visitors (which is healthy for this hermit-workaholic). But this weekend was a delight. Robbie came home for a few days off ❤️ and we had five other beloveds come to stay the night. There was horse riding, chick-checking, handline rearranging in the hay field and ridiculously wonderful meals that were the product of my garden harvest, orchard yield, successfully hunted pronghorn ( thanks @chefeduardogarcia for that contribution) and dove — we had the most beautiful little grilled dove breasts for appetizers which are the very definition of the term delicacy. There’s something so special about a hard won meal that is cooked from scratch with friends who are like family. We celebrated each other! There was a birthday watermelon — YES, I grew it — conversations soared, elderberry fizzes were consumed. It was great. It was so great to be surrounded by the people I love. I will have my nose pressed quite literally to the grindstone tomorrow but oh my heck, it was sad to run up against the end of this weekend. I hope you can say the same. . . . I forgot to mention, I was also sprayed by a skunk which was unfortunate but hilarious. The current functionality and accuracy of my nose is questionable.
Thanks to everyone who expressed interest in this ring design last winter — I FINALLY put some together for you. This Brio Ring is currently available in my shop in a spangling of sizes and if you miss out on your size today, I have a few more on the way.🐎💨💨💨 ➕Of The West➕