My Favorite Pink Legume

Good fall day to you and happy Friday to boot.

Every since I have been travelling between Big Timber and Harlowton, Montana this field of Sainfoin has absolutely mesmerized me. How can there be an entire field of just pink flowers? This year the hail had its way with the legume crop but many flowers still perked up to bloom. So this time, instead of just rubber necking the field from afar, I parked the rig and hopped the fence. Afterall, how could one be trespassing if for the sake of science I must further investigate? I would talk to anyone who might stop for a visit while I was having a little photo shoot, but no one stopped to chat about what I was doing on the wrong side of the fence and why? Aside from being gorgeous, this special legume is nitrogen fixing and beneficial in soil and the nutrient cycle and it is non-bloating for critters should they over eat in a green field. NRCS recommends Sainfoin in some wildlife plantings and some seed mixes for pasture plantings but I have never seen a whole field of the plant. Check it out for yourself in the photos below and learn even more HERE.













See what I am talking about?


We have a weekend packed full of canning plum jelly, cabin chores, dates with friends, our first try of the sauna at the cabin, and bird hunting on private land. I am just giddy.


I hope you have swell plans.
Be well,
Frisky Bisquit

Ladies Night at the Cabin

Happy Friday to you Chaps!

The ladies and I spent a couple of

splendid days at the cabin last weekend

and I am now just getting the pictures posted.

It was a hoot and quite relaxing,

as well.

We read though magazines together,

ate chicken fajitas (that Jess made us),

cooked popcorn on the open fire in our

vintage popper, biked a bit,

and just layed in the sun.

Here, you take a look:

Jess, Shannon, Audra,

and Eletra

Rocchi

(Jess' dog whom has one blue and one black eye)

My favorite chocolates.

corn popping

A morning mountain bike ride

Luca

(all our dogs drink from a Camel Back hose)

A snowy Ross Peak

in the Bridger Range

Audra cleared the STEEEEEEEP part

Shannon crossing Moody Creek

Thanks Ladies, let's do this again sometime soon. It may take a ski to get there but it is totally worth it!

Cheers,

Kristin

Mi Mamá y Hermanito

Happy Fall Day to You!

It may not feel like the season is changing where you are, but here we are feeling the tickle of damp, chilly temps on our skin. Our Montana blood has thinned over the summer and has yet to thicken to its viscous winter consistency. Fall is here in the west.

Mom and Nick, my little brother, were just here for a long visit over Labor Day Weekend. They wore me out, as our schedule was filled to the brim with activites. We were either stretching our legs with exercise or enjoying each other's company over great food, friends and drinks. I dare mention the red wine consumption....let's just say we tried to taste ALL the ones we thought were or might be worth trying, and we succeeded. Please enjoy the following photos which document their visit.

Mom in boots and a skirt

on my cruiser after a martini or two.

K-Mac, Mom and I

at the Willie Nelson Concert

in Big Sky, MT.

Karen is the best at concerts.

Mr. Willie Nelson

Bill and Desiree

See how fun she is?

Shrimp, Procuitto and Pineapple

appetizer at the cabin.

Talapia Fish Tacos

that were savory-licious!

My Food Model,

Nick.

Mom cooked up camp

bisquits in a hole with fire coals,

I took notes.

She is the best camp cook I know,

truthfully.

I have taken all my good tips from her...

because cooking on an open fire is a

refined skill.

Hot bisquits.

The Sauna/ Bath House

has a chimney,

benches,

and smells within

like a freshly cut cedar tree.

A black bear on our hike up

South Cottonwood Creek.

Say whaaaa?

Nick and Max Lowry

Also accomplished on this trip.....

hand written notes in sharpey marker on the back of my important family art with Mom's help,

Mom polished my toe nails in turquoise blue,

I realized what a nice person Nick has become (his manners are fantastic and I am so proud),

Mom and I traded each other's small for big clothes ( I am a shrimp and she is tall),

giggle, giggle, giggle,

drink more wine,

and lastly....

Jeff (middle-bro) and I were 12 and 17 years old when Nick was born and so he was mostly raised by himself, but we are all so much alike it isn't even funny.

Thanks so much for the visit...

MOM and NICK,

we had a blast.

With Much Love,

Bizcocho