to Mariachi music.
This was my favorite.
We thought about how much time it must take to train these horses and to work with them every day. It made sense to get your son up there, just so you'd have some time to spend with him!
On the green in Tieton, my cousin's daughter makes a new friend.
Vineyards planted up in the hills. Very young. A look forward.
Son Daniel and sister Nancy walking the rows.
The farmer and the winemaker.
Cousin Jan in the vineyard.
Strand apple bins, ready for harvest.
Smudge post, a frost past memory—and ready.
This week I am grateful for family and for getting together.
I'm grateful for dry weather on the far side of the mountains.
I'm thankful for the wide spaces and the hills framing them, for the dramatic cloud shadows on the fields and the scrub brush.
I'm thankful for the way a valley changes over time, with new people and new crops and even new ideas.
I'm also grateful for the traditions that continue or are revitalized. I remember Tieton Community Days from the 1970s. It fell into hiatus, but now it's back and bigger than I ever remember. Did I mention the Dancing Horses?
That said, I'm grateful for the way communities can come together—the long-time families, the artists, and the horsemen—for the way Spanish and English can both fly through the heat.