A Riot of Vetch, Knapweed, and Tansy By Marylyn Cork Weeds, I have ‘em. Thanks to the Panhandle’s wet, cool spring, such a crop of grasses and weeds as I have never beheld previously in my life has
A Youthful Investment By Steve Carr The evergreen hedge, ten feet tall, stretched the length of the estate. A landmark in its own right and already decades old in 1970, it provided privacy and, I suspect, a sense
After School, the Pictures By Steve Carr I still think of the last day of school as the first day of summer, not that I know, nor have I known, our schools’ schedules for years. Carefree memories of
But Solicitations Aren’t By Marylyn Cork I sit here and watch it rain. After a whole summer last year without any rain I vowed I would never complain about it again and I’m keeping that promise. So far
Great Blood Pressure, Too By Steve Carr Who better to write about this month than my mother, who was born the same year as the first radio broadcast in Idaho. I looked it up. It’s Saturday morning and
With an Ailing Computer By Marylyn Cork Woe is me! My computer is dead, just when I have deadlines to meet. But no, it’s only severely ill. Sometimes it works but most of the time it doesn’t. It
Good Thoughts for a New Year By Marylyn Cork Autumn in northern Idaho this year was truly a joy. It made up for many of the excesses and deprivations of the rest of the year. The colors were
By a Budding Femme Fatale By Steve Carr I spent three days in band class. Before my first day as a bussed seventh-grade student at O.E. Bell Junior High in Idaho Falls, I guess I was supposed to
Summer Ablaze By Marylyn Cork We had a bit of excitement here in Priest River this summer. On a hot day, wildfire broke out in a timbered, well-settled area only three miles from town. Lots of people, homes
And Be a Winner By Steve Carr I was up early on a Saturday, a not wholly unpleasant phenomenon of middle age, and tiptoed outside to spy on a pairing of Jupiter with a crescent moon just before
