Cathartic?

Cathartic… purging the bowels… metaphorically cleansing the psyche.
Ewwww!
Right?
Never did I know until today… that turkey vultures’ Latin name is Cathartes aura.
Purifier.
As in regurgitation.
As in urohydrosis.
Look that one up!
Why do I care?
Because up at the Mills place you see this…
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See ’em?
They love it up there…
They have for years…
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They roost in the cottonwoods…
and around the corral…
I counted close to thirty.
Yes.
Thirty.
They are kinda creepy…
I don’t want to believe in portents when they are about…
Flying overhead…
Stretching their wings…
Gliding on thermals with their six foot wingspans…
Dipping and tilting…
Often mistaken for an eagle in flight by tourists…
They are, in their own way… cool.
And still creepy.
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The Setting

The setting for our centennial party is around “the white house”.

This is the original homestead building built by Joe Henry and added on to by the Greets.
Usually, most people see it from the “white house” side… like here.
But on the back side is the log cabin part.  The white clapboard part was added later.
We’re partyin’ on the log cabin side!
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It sits on a rise… the better to withstand flooding… so behind me is a flat, green “lawn”.
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Here it is looking south…
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This one is looking north to the corral and barn.
This area will be full of tables and chairs and hay bales and people.
It is about 20 degrees cooler here than out in the sunshine.
By 5 pm… this entire area, including the white house, is in the glorious shade!
It’ll be perfect!
Oh, look!  It’s my house… across the field… I never take pictures from this angle… it seems weird!
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And, of course, the rimrock… out of the south gate, across the bridge over the Nowood, supervising all!
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Wordless Wednesday – Three Points!

Three Points!
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Twelfth Day

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Twelve more days until our big celebration…
Posters have been up in Ten Sleep for a week now…
Postcards have been sent to friends, relatives, and business people…
I’ve ordered plates…blue as the sky…
I’ve ordered cups… brick red as the dirt…
I’ve got tablecloths… green as the grass and hay…
Red Dirt in My Soul will be ready to read…
The Washakie County Cowbelles plan on feeding 300 people.  I’ll not be surprised if there are many more than that…
We’ll have a guest register…
We’ll have two porta-potties…
We’ll have a Pepsi fountain plus Admiral Beverages/Pepsi donated 18 cases of water and a banner!
We’ll have on display multiple artifacts from the past 100 years… including photographs…
We’ll have 10 tables and 50 folding chairs from the school…
Plus bales of hay to sit on…
We’ll have horseshoes and croquet and volleyball… maybe checkers…
I have multiple barrels for trash…
One big trough for ice and the donated water…
I have people to direct and park all the cars…
I have girls to meet, greet, and make ’em sign the register…
I’ve weedeating yet to do… some painting… some organizational clean-up…
WHAT AM I FORGETTING????????
This is all just a balancing act… sigh…
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Memories of Snow…

When I took this photo the other day…
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I yearned for those snowcapped Big Horns to share a little chilly breeze with me…
I’ve been painting in the heat…
Moving cattle in the heat…
Mowing weeds in the heat…
Sorting piles of junk necessary metal pipes/bars/angle iron/flat iron/etc/etc in the heat…
Wasn’t it just a few days ago I was whining because of cold wet weather?
Wasn’t it not long ago I was freezing my butt self moving cattle in blizzards?
OK, maybe not blizzards…
Some people are never satisfied!
But it IS nice to go back and remember how cold I was…
It makes the heat that much more bearable!
Lucas, however, would prefer winter all the time!
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