Tuesday, August 12, 2025

CASE UPDATE PLUS PRE-HARVEST REPORT

Hallie’s letter regarding failure of authorities to release the investigative report on Milo Warnock’s murder appeared in the Lewiston Tribune of Sunday, Aug. 10. In substance, it’s the same as the letter from the Idaho Statesman that I posted last week. She also has a guest post (her longer essay on this issue) on the prison blog, Book of Irving #82431 – The Captive Perspective (here).

We continue to be deeply concerned about the issues that led to Milo’s untimely death. We live in devastating times for many people, and some might think that what happens at our prisons is of small importance. However, what comes out of our prisons affects our individual and collective future, and we consider that we have inherited a quest to seek and support better options for non-violent offenders. 

I don’t have Netflix, but Hallie says the 30-minute documentary, “The Quilters,” about a prison quilting program, is worth watching.

Still some green in the wheat

Here we are at the farm again, and apparently it’s no worse for wear after last week’s storm. The spring wheat still stands erect. The heat is excessive again – 95 yesterday afternoon. When I was a youngster, we thought 90 was hot – and it was! And we used to have pleasant summer rains from time to time, but today, even my drought-tolerant meadow “weeds” have to have some water in order to survive. At this time, excessive heat alerts and fire watches are in effect. Since we were in town over the weekend, the house was hot and stuffy when we arrived yesterday. The cooler overnight temps have made the house much more pleasant.

I thought the hummingbirds might have left, but when I saw two of them buzzing around the empty feeder. I quickly refilled it. Gotta keep the hummingbirds happy. Meanwhile, we continue to trap the wasps.

I picked two tomatoes, a handful of cherry tomatoes, three zucchini, and two yellow crooknecks. I also picked a few nice strawberries, oddly enough from one of my original plants that made a comeback. Other plants are sending out runners, and I let them. You know, it’s just pretty hot out there for the vegetation. I’m grateful for any produce we get. KW

Thursday, August 7, 2025

THE AUTUMN DAYS OF AUGUST

Two whitetail doe, looking back to see if I was looking back to see if they were looking back . . .

A storm hit at the farm on Thursday evening (July 31), delivering more than half an inch of rain and providing a welcome break in the summer heat. Fortunately, we saw it coming and closed the windows. I congratulated myself that I didn’t have to mop water off the floor. We enjoyed a brief break in the summer heat.

Still curious to see if I was still curious

Some town activities were calling to Mike – returning a package, the monthly motorcyclists’ meeting, bicycle work, and unloading the Scotch pine from the old pick-up, so on Friday (Aug. 1), we traveled back to town through intermittent showers. For my part, I left things in town on the last trip, so I was happy for the chance to reorganize. And of course, Bess loves going to the beach on a hot afternoon. She doesn’t forget about retrieving balls from the river.

And now, during this past week at the farm, the days have been pleasant and decidedly fallish. I wonder if it will be really hot again, but apparently we have more heat in the forecast. Even so, fall is in the air.

Pre-harvest spring wheat

Much of harvest is done here, but the spring wheat remains and isn’t ready. It rained almost a quarter of an inch during the early morning hours today, and it looks like it could rain again. I suspect the farmers aren’t happy with the moisture at this time, but my vegetables in raised beds have enjoyed the relief. I used three young zucchini to make zucchini bread yesterday, and I picked tomatoes (still on the green side) and a few strawberries.

A few hummingbirds still visit the feeders, but they don’t make much demand on the nectar. It could be time to store the feeders. I just don't know. We have wasps in traps, but it seems to me we have fewer than in past years. Fine by me.

Oh! And how could I forget! Yesterday Mike rode us out to the black hawthorn tree on the other side of June’s field, and we picked haws for an hour, coming back with more than five pounds. I now have two quarts of haw juice in the freezer. It’s so hard to know how to cook the country berries and make the jelly since it’s not a common practice. Recipes and tips can be found online, but the problem is the variation in the berries from region to region – and perhaps even from year to year. But – the elderberry crop that looked so promising while in bloom has not developed well, nor did the serviceberries, so we picked the haws. 

The photos below were taken this morning (Thursday, Aug. 7).





Sunday, August 3, 2025

PEOPLE HAVE THE RIGHT TO KNOW

The following letter written by daughter Hallie was published in the Idaho Statesman (Boise) on Sunday, August 3. Hallie is our "team leader" as we seek justice for son Milo's wrongful death while incarcerated. KW

Moscow police released hundreds of unsealed documents related to the Kohberger case, just hours after the sentencing. While disturbing to read, the public has a right to access such information.

Milo Warnock

In April, James Johnson was sentenced for murdering his cellmate, Milo Warnock, at Idaho State Correctional Center. Afterward, I requested investigatory reports from Idaho State Police but was denied, citing exemptions for law enforcement and correctional records. In actuality, those records may be subject to release, but will require petitioning the denial.

At best, the state imposes obstacles to prevent releasing information. At worst, it hides its own incompetence, corruption and culpability. Either way, it is disrespectful to the citizens that it serves. The right to records isn’t about sensationalizing a tragedy but ensuring transparency and accountability. Even if no one ever requests a report, the possibility encourages thorough investigations.

When individuals entrusted in the care of the state are harmed, it is of utmost importance that the public has visibility into those transgressions. Incarcerated individuals are a vulnerable population, unable to exercise choices to maximize personal safety. We cannot wholly trust that the system will do the right thing in the absence of oversight and influence of public opinion. HWJ

Wednesday, July 30, 2025

HALFWAY AND BACK

Halfway is a town in Baker County, Oregon, in the northeast part of the state. The town took its name from the location of its post office on the Alexander Stalker ranch, halfway between Pine and Jim Town. The population was 351 at the 2020 census. The closest town of any size is Baker City, 54 miles to the west. 

A couple of years ago my riding partner, Sam, and I visited this quaint little town on one of our motorcycle trips. Almost all the homes in town appear to have been built in the early 1900’s when the town originated but have been maintained in great shape. Most of them have fantastic flower gardens in the yard. In fact, most of the yards are flowers.  

I was so impressed with this little town that I wanted my son, Clint, to experience it. We departed Friday, the 25th of July heading south from the Lewiston-Clarkston valley on WA highway 129. This becomes OR Highway 3 when it crosses the the Grande Ronde River which is state line at the bottom of Rattlesnake Grade. Rattlesnake Grade and Buford Grade up the other side are two of the premier motorcycle grades in the country. I’ve ridden in every county in the West and ridden such famous grades as The Million Dollar Highway near Durango, CO, and Beartooth Pass on the northeast side of Yellowstone, and they have nothing on the Rattlesnake and Buford Grades. 

 I have a new GPS (Garmin Zumo 396 LMT-S) and I wanted to see if I could incorporate it in my geocaching activities. I uploaded the caches in the Zumo to take me to the general area and then used my Garmin 64SX handheld unit to zero in on the cache. We stopped before reaching Enterprise and after parking our bikes on a rough side road hiked about a ¼ mile back to the cache at the edge of the canyon which presented a fantastic panoramic view of mountains around Hells Canyon. At Enterprise, OR, we turned west on Hwy 82 and rode it over to the Island City area where we got on Hwy 203 which is a beautiful little country road. We stopped for lunch on this road at State Creek Park campground. It was almost full but we found a nice shady table to relax and eat lunch. 

Boars

It was beginning to get hot. It was about 63 degrees when we left home and 94 by the time we reached Halfway about 2:30. We stopped for gas in Baker City and proceeded east on Hwy 86 to Halfway, stopping for three more geocaches along the way. 

 After settling in at the motel we toured the town including the old cemetery on foot. We had a good meal at “The Main Place” and after leaving the waitress ran me down to deliver my hat which I typically had left. 

Mike & Camel
 We got an early start the next morning and rode east to Oxbow Dam on the Snake River. After lingering a while and reading the information signs at a kiosk we retraced our route a few miles back to Hwy 39 and the Wallowa Mountain Road which took us northwest to Joseph, OR. This road is a motorcyclist dream with many sharp curves and hills all the while surrounded by forest. We stopped just before Joseph and on a side road and picked up another cache and then rode the short way over to Enterprise before retracing our route back home getting to ride those two fantastic grades again. We got home about noon so avoided most of the heat. It was a great trip. M/W

Pictures are of yards and art work in Halfway.


Typical Halfway Yards


Part of the museum (wasn't open)
Historical Display
More Halfway Artwork

Tuesday, July 29, 2025

KEEPING COOL

When we’re in town on these hot days, we exercise Bess at the beach late in the afternoon. She loves to chase the balls that Mike throws into the river for her. About 3:00, she begins to remind us about the beach. At first, it’s just a gentle nudge with the snout and/or lying at my feet. As time passes, she becomes more insistent. If we don’t go for some reason, she more than mopes through the evening, sending the message that we have greatly disappointed her.

As we left the beach Sunday evening, I could see that a storm was building. It’s interesting that because we have those weather apps, we sometimes fail to use our God-given senses to read the weather. Well, at 2:30 a.m., I awoke to thunder and lightning. Bess did, too, and whined about it, so I brought her into the house. This did not immediately settle her, though. She told me how much she hates thunder and lightning. And then she woke Mike up and complained to him. “Make it stop! Make it stop!” she whined.

Note the deer. They knew I was on the porch.

Well, we didn’t make the storm stop, but it wasn’t all that close anyway. It left us with .01 inch of rain – hardly noticeable.

As we drove into the farm on Monday (July 28), we saw that some fields have already been cut while others seem ready. I could hear machines working in the distance yesterday. Our fields (spring wheat) are still too green, as you can see by the photos.

In the evening, we watched as a storm developed to the south. A wonderful cool breeze wafted through the open window. But it didn’t last. It didn’t cool the house appreciably, and it didn’t deliver any rain here.

This afternoon, I took a picture of field burning on the other side of the canyon. The smoke clouds seem to dissipate quickly.

I was reading today about planting a fall garden – a “second summer garden,” they called it. You know, I’ve never understood how to do that. It’s so hot through August that seeds don’t germinate, and by the time September arrives, the plants understand that autumn is on the way. Besides growing cooler, the days are shorter. 

I picked four strawberries, four young zucchini, one regular tomato, and five cherry tomatoes. We'll have zucchini with our pork chops for supper. KW


The pond lies behind this row of trees.


Sunday, July 27, 2025

MOTHER'S POLAROID CAMERA

My grandfather, Charlie Portfors (on left), with his brother, Andrew Portfors, c. 1960

Some weeks back, we watched Mr. Polaroid, an episode of American Experience on PBS, which reminded me of the polaroid camera Mother bought about 1960.

My dad was our family photographer, and his pictures were slides, which meant we only saw them through a small viewer or when projected onto a screen. I loved watching a “slide show,” but those happened infrequently. You know, back in the day, it was a subject of jokes that evening visitors were forced to watch a boring slide show. Very few slides became prints, and now if slides are of questionable historical value, just imagine how much pictorial history we'll lose with the digital age.  

Anyway, Mother was interested in having some control of photo ops, and that polaroid camera at the jewelry store intrigued her. I used to have a photo of Mother and Daddy as the store owner demonstrated that camera.

Mother took the above photo of her father, Charlie Portfors, and his brother Andrew with her new camera. Uncle Andy, 11 years younger than Grandpa, lived in Canada and visited every other year or so. The first picture Mother took didn’t turn out, so she took another – the one that you see here. She then sang the praises of that camera which allowed her to immediately take advantage of the moment with a better photo. Today, with our digital cameras, we think nothing of taking several photos of the same subject, but in that era, picture-taking constituted an expense, even an extravagance.

Developing a picture taken with that camera was a process. As I recall, after taking the picture, you pulled it out of the camera, and then you had to wait 60 seconds before removing a protective paper. Once you had your photo in hand, it seemed like magic, but you weren’t finished yet. You had to apply a smelly chemical and wait for that to dry. Now your photo was finished, and if you wished, you could affix it to the cardboard backing provided in the kit.

But – before long, that camera lapsed into obsolescence. The camera still worked just fine but the film was discontinued. It was disappointing. Was the camera already obsolete when she bought it? Probably. Did the seller know and just not tell her? Maybe. Today, we are savvy about changing technology, but in the “old days,” we learned the hard way.

My folks were conservative when it came to taking pictures, and the polaroid camera didn’t change their philosophy. Mother didn’t take many photos, and many of them didn’t age well. But I’m pleased that the one of my grandfather and his brother has withstood the years.

The camera was still in the cupboard when we moved Mother from the house in 1991. I threw it away. KW

Thursday, July 24, 2025

FALL IN THE AIR

Looking south

Honestly, just looking outside on Monday (July 21), I could have believed it was early October. It was overcast with occasional rain and a temp that hovered at 60. Remember how it was excessively hot just three days ago?

We need the rain, though. While watching the water and heat devastation hitting the Midwest and East Coast, they never mention the Pacific Northwest. “That’s a good thing,” says a friend, and I agree. At the same time, we have our own weather-related problems here – drought! -- and I wonder how we fit into the overall picture of weather change.


When I got dressed, I exchanged my nighttime pajamas for my daytime pajamas – warm-ups, a long-sleeved t-shirt, and a hoodie. Yes, that’s my wintertime uniform.

A can of pumpkin puree was calling my name, but searching the cupboard, I found that it was calling from the town house. The day seemed right for pumpkin bread, and a little heat in the house wouldn’t hurt, but it won’t be pumpkin bread. What else could I use to make quick bread? Zucchini? The squash on my vines is still quite young, but I picked two anyway. Grated they made one cup, so I made a half recipe.

Tuesday (July 22) was a little warmer, but I was still comfortable in my winter uniform. Even though we received .14 inch of rain during this cool spell, I watered my plants well and refilled the plant nannies. It’s back to town tomorrow, and it will be hot while we’re gone.

Looking north

I have picked three cherry tomatoes, two strawberries, six young zucchini, and one young crookneck. We have perhaps a dozen lovely tomatoes slowly ripening on their vines. Last year, the tomatoes didn’t set on until August. We had to pick a lot of them while still green, but they continued to ripen. Son Murray laughed that he couldn’t eat BLTs until October. This year, they set on early but are ripening slowly, and later blooms have yet to develop into fruit. I wonder if they will.

Mike and I saw a baby rattlesnake at the pond the other evening. When I see a young’un, I wonder where the nest is. KW 

Sunday, July 20, 2025

SNAKE TALES


Taken July 14

Bess’ doghouse is inside the woodshed. At bedtime, she goes into her house, and Mike closes (but doesn’t lock) the woodshed door. She can easily come out, but she doesn’t. In the morning, Mike opens the woodshed and Bess comes out of her house and greets the day. 

Friday morning, as Mike went to get Bess up, discovered a rattlesnake just inside the woodshed door. Bess, who had evidently been sleeping, was now wide awake and barking. I knew what that bark meant and rushed out with the camera. Mike held the snake in tongs while I found a suitable bucket. After breakfast, Mike released the snake into the canyon. I know that our neighbors would much prefer that we kill the snakes, but Mike refuses. The snake didn’t seem very long, but Mike thought it had at least 12 rattles. This was our fifth rattler sighting of the season.

At bedtime, Mike said Bess gave the doorway of the shed a cautious but thorough sniffing before entering her house. Apparently those snake have quite an aroma about them. And yes, Bess has had her annual rattlesnake anti-venom inoculation.  

Mike just called me down to the maple tree to observe a four-foot bull snake poking its head into rodent holes.

July 19

After several excessively hot days, it has cooled down. It’s only 77 this afternoon and might not get to 70 tomorrow. Rain would be most welcome. In fact, Mike said that those big elderberry blossom heads are drying up without developing berries. Like I said, you can’t count on fruit even if it looks good. Things happen.


July 19

The other day, I picked another quart of cherries, and they were dark, sweet, and juicy. I must make a note in my 5-year planner to pick mid-July. A few cherries had been nibbled by the birds, but there were still plenty for all of us.

Mike and I left the farm on Monday (July 14) and returned Thursday (July 17). The change in the spring wheat was amazing in just those three days. It’s ripening rapidly now. KW 

Wednesday, July 16, 2025

PASSINGS

Can you believe it’s mid-July already? Wasn’t it just the Fourth? Now it’s time to get ready for Halloween. (I’m not kidding!)

It just does no good to grieve the passing of what we once valued, whether it’s a loved one, a loved retailer, a season, or just a change in life’s routine. I guess every passing constitutes a change in life’s routine. In the end, life isn’t about what we want. Sometimes we must just accept and move on, and that's the way we grow our characters. 

I speak at this time about JoAnn Fabrics, the passing of which is the end of an era. My store was located next to Albertsons, so I could just pop in before I shopped for groceries. Honestly, I miss it. 

Also passing at this time are the "Big Four" paper pattern companies -- Simplicity, McCall, Butterick, and Vogue, and they say this is related to the demise of JoAnn. My mother made most of my clothes as I grew up, and I loved watching for new styles and new patterns. It's hard to realize it was so long ago and that things could change so much. As an adult, I lost interest in sewing for myself, but I do love craft patterns -- dolls, doll clothes, stuffed animals, etc.

As if on cue with the passing of JoAnn, Hobby Lobby opened a store here in the former Penney’s location. It seems huge – a well-lit, inviting store with lots of junky bric-a-brac as well as housewares, hobby supplies, and home dec. On my first and only visit so far, all of the employees were outgoing and friendly. A saxophone rendition of the old hymn, “Trust and Obey,” played in the background.

I found just one aisle of yarn, all of it Hobby Lobby’s own brand, “Yarn Bee,” made in Turkey of American fibers. How does that work? I bought one skein to make a doll sweater. I’m on a fabric diet, so I didn’t enter the fabric department, but it doesn’t come near to replacing the volume of JoAnn’s stock, even at our small store. My shopping companion was happy to have found some acrylic paint in a color she wanted.

I predict that I won’t visit Hobby Lobby much. It just isn’t located on my regular route and – well, its offerings are way more diverse than JoAnn’s. The fabric / yarn inspiration isn’t there, and I don’t need the junk. But the community needs this shopping option, and I wish Hobby Lobby well. KW

Monday, July 14, 2025

MORE EXCESSIVE HEAT

 

Spring wheat ripens in the heat

Activities out of our town base beckon, but Mike and I hastened to the farm on Saturday (July 12) with our main goal to water the raised beds. Mike attached another long hose to the cistern, which makes it easier and quicker to water the orchard with its trees and meadow plants.

Strawberry plants with their nannies

The raised bed plants were indeed glad to see me. “Arrgh! Water us,” they screamed. The tomatoes fared better than the summer squash. And even though we plant drought-tolerant perennials in our orchard meadow, I have found that most all plants do better with some water. I get no help from nature. It doesn’t rain.

Bess went through something that had us worried. We think she got stung in her mouth. She drooled, resisted eating and drinking, and was somewhat lethargic, though she did want her regular walks and to play fetch. She’s better now, but with our next farm stay, we will set up the wasp traps.

The hummingbirds were pleased to have the feeders refilled. One sat on the feeder cap this morning, waiting for me to rehang the feeder.

Good morning, Kathy

Saturday, I picked two or three cups of cherries from the Lapins tree. These were sweeter than those picked last week and a deep maroon in color. We probably did pick a little too soon, but sometimes we just have to strike a balance between ripeness and the interest of the birds. A quail flew out of the tree as I approached, and I noticed a number of pecked cherries and dropped pits.

Mike reported that he saw a herd of about 20 elk on his bike ride this morning. That’s a rare sight. And he saw some wild turkeys and deer. We see a lot of deer this year. And I saw a snake on the cistern. It was right there – and then it was gone. From my description, Mike said it was likely a bull snake.

The high was 94 at the farm yesterday afternoon. It was still 80 at 10:00 p.m. and 72 at 6:00 this morning. And now we’re back in town where it’s 100 and will likely gain a few more degrees before the afternoon is over. KW

A summer morning

Thursday, July 10, 2025

ANOTHER COLD JULY 4TH

The north side of the house and grounds

Son Yancey and his three (mostly) adult children arrived the evening of the Fourth, chauffeured to the farm from the Spokane airport by son Murray. Son Clinton joined us Saturday. It was a houseful for us, and we loved every minute.


After some unseasonably hot days – two of them “excessively” so – we were plunged into unseasonably low temps on the 4th and 5th. Oh well. It was at least conducive to baking, and bake I did – cookies, pecan bars, lemon bars, and lasagna. Rain was also in the forecast, but it didn’t happen here. And then it was excessively hot again for a few days.

As it happened, the cherries on the Lapins tree were ripe enough to pick, so I enlisted the help of our visitors. Mike suggested I instruct them to pick only the ripest cherries, but I chose to simply cull out the undesirables. I have eight quart bags of pitted cherries in the freezer now. The Lapins sweet cherries aren’t as flavorful as Bings, nor do they take the place of pie cherries, but we enjoy them. I suspect the birds are now pecking the tree clean.

On Sunday, Clint organized a 4-hour tubing float trip for Yancey and family on the Clearwater River between Greer and Orofino. It was granddaughter Emmy’s 17th birthday, so I baked a cake and Mike made ice cream.

Monday morning, Yancey and family left as soon as they were up and around, again chauffeured by Murray to the Spokane airport by way of Waffles & More in Lewiston, a favorite of Emmy’s. They invited Mike and me, but we can’t just leave. We had chores – pitting cherries, watering plants, packing for town – and a bike ride for Mike.

The hummer population increased to at least eight. Visitors always enjoy watching them squabble over the feeders.

My raised beds seem to be thriving. I’m guardedly cautious in my hope for good tomatoes and summer squash. Gardening is a gamble as far as I’m concerned, and I wonder if the fluctuation in temperature is really conducive to a good harvest. I water twice on a hot day. If the cistern runs dry, I’ll just have to use well water. After all, we paid for it long ago.

Black raspberry bushes 

Some weeks back, Nick called our attention to black raspberry bushes on the perimeter of the north field, but we probably  won't pick them. Country berry bushes can be deceptive. They seem to be “right there,” while in fact, they are inaccessible. Once you’re over the bank and in the weeds, you can’t see what’s under foot, and often it’s nothing much. Falling in order to grab a few berries is unacceptable, however much we’d like to have the berries.

The house is so quiet after visitors leave. It was wonderful to have them with us, but we all have things to do. KW

From the western edge of the north field

Wednesday, July 2, 2025

A MORNING HIKE

 

“Grab the camera,” said Mike. “We’re going on a hike.” Yes, he’s a little insistent about it because he knows I hike better in the morning than in the heat of the afternoon sun.

For the most part, these photos were taken last week (June 25), and I’m sorry I didn’t post them sooner. These things happen.

So, we headed off around the pond and down the gulley that the old family called “Stove Creek.”


“Look at the big deer,” I said. “That’s an elk,” Mike corrected, as the cow looked back at us from the other side of Stove Creek. She seemed to be alone and was as curious about us as we were about her. We don’t see many elk. Maybe we just aren’t watching at the right time.

On around the perimeter of the field we went. I love these views of the old farm yard before it disappears behind the hills again. 

My grandfather, Jack Dobson, taken by his son Earle
I can just imagine the changing views as the farmer works the fields, especially in the old days when the machinery didn’t move so fast. Was he happy? Did he enjoy the work, or did he wish he could go faster and finish sooner? Did they look forward to the noon break and the big dinner prepared by the wife? And I can also imagine watching from the house as the field work was slowly accomplished. KW 





Mike walking along the canyon rim

 

Friday, June 27, 2025

BOUNDLESS ENERGY

I do not now, nor have I ever, had boundless energy. This describes the Warnocks through Mike’s mother’s line. Daughter Hallie has it and so does grandson Silas.

Kathy & Mike with Silas

Hallie and family arrived on Friday (June 20), including her husband Nick, 3-year-old Silas, and Primo their dog. We stayed at the town house Friday and Saturday so that she could attend her 25th class reunion in Lewiston. She explained that her class didn’t meet in 2020 due to the pandemic, so they pushed the celebration to 2025. Grandma and Grandpa were willing babysitters while she and Nick attended reunion events.

On Sunday, we all went to the farm. First on Mike’s list was repair of the fridge. The part had been delivered, but the fix wasn’t instantaneous. Eventually I discovered an ice clog where the water line enters the icemaker. Mike also installed a new valve at the cistern where I get my irrigation water, and then I watered.

Hallie and Nick brought Silas’ little pedal bike, and he rode all over the parking lot behind the town house. On Saturday, he rode on the bike path with Grandpa and Uncle Clint. But I was surprised that he is also adept at off-roading and enjoyed “down-hilling” at the farm. As you can see in the attached video, he pushed his bike uphill to the tree line in the grove, and then coasted to where the drive meets the lane. Somehow he wasn't wearing his helmet when this video was shot, but I assure you, he has and customarily wears a helmet.

Son Murray joined us at the farm on Sunday, and he reported seeing five Mallard ducklings on the pond, but the rest of us weren’t so lucky. In fact, we didn’t see them during the rest of our visit.

Parting on Tuesday was such sweet sorrow, especially since I know that Silas will likely be a grown-up 4-year-old the next time I see him. But – I have art work on both fridges now to remind me that he was here. KW

[Video courtesy of Uncle Murray Warnock.]



Thursday, June 19, 2025

WORKING AWAY

Mike and I went to the farm on Sunday (Father’s Day) and began a vigorous regimen of belated spring housecleaning and grounds maintenance in preparation for summer visitors. Mike mowed and trimmed the yard and washed windows, and then rewarded himself with a bike ride. I puttered along with my chores. Neither one of us whistles while we work.

Our first visitors arrived Monday afternoon. Son Murray brought a friend who was visiting from Philadelphia. They had been driving and hiking – seeing the sights of scenic central Idaho. They stayed for supper – Warnock turkey burgers and pecan bars – and then they left in hopes of seeing more sights before dark.

Tuesday, we suffered setbacks. I discovered that the ice maker wasn’t filling with water. Hence, it had not made ice for a while. Mike diagnosed it as pump failure. I researched the part and Mike ordered it. It will be here by the weekend. Meanwhile, we have ice trays on hand, and we made ice the old-fashioned way. Mike has issues with our medical insurance and spent over an hour talking with reps while he washed windows. Then the electricity was off for two hours. In a sense, it didn’t affect my cleaning work too much. I just couldn’t run the vacuum. Of course, we had no internet. I like having the internet.

Also on Tuesday, the farmer sprayed the fields. How I wished Silas could have seen that spraying monster traveling up and down over the fields. Silas loves monster trucks.

The beds are ready now for Hallie, Nick, and Silas. Hallie plans to attend her 25th class reunion in town, and then we’ll spend a few days at the farm.

The tomato plants I bought at Walmart have made wonderful progress. I can practically watch them grow. The zucchini and yellow crookneck have finally germinated, and the strawberry plants are flourishing and sending out runners.

The deer ate the leaves off several bottom branches of the cherry tree, so I swathed them as best I could – perhaps too little, too late. The tree is so loaded with cherries this year that its odd topknot is bent under the weight. 

I didn’t take time to look for the Mallard family. Thanks to Bess, we found a rattler in the grass at the bottom of the lane. And mid-morning on Wednesday, I heard coyotes near the pond. We seldom hear them during daylight.

I hung the hummingbird feeders on Sunday, and gradually they began to visit. Their numbers are few, but even so, they will fight with one another. I put out fresh nectar as we left on Wednesday, hoping to keep up the momentum.

Later. KW

Saturday, June 14, 2025

MILO WARNOCK WRONGFUL DEATH – ANOTHER ARTICLE


The Idaho Statesman published another in-depth article today (Saturday, June 14) regarding our son Milo’s murder at the Idaho State Correctional Center (prison). The link is here, but I’m not sure you’ll be able to open it. The Statesman wants readers to be subscribers. [Or, you might have better luck with this link copied from Google.]

This article picks up at the sentencing of James Johnson on April 4 and includes details of his criminal history. It also provides details of the murder event not previously published and updates the ongoing case.

While the description of the murder event is graphic, it’s not nearly as graphic as the reality of the situation. I get through it by knowing that Milo was unconscious. They say he lived an hour after he was found, but I doubt that. I’m grateful that he isn’t living in a vegetative state.

In the months prior to his passing, Milo and I had undertaken a study of reality and spirituality. I am helped immensely by the ideas we discussed, and since I accept the continuity of life, I trust that he is also helped. KW