I am guessing it is Friday. Since I retired I’ve lost track of the days. I think it is Friday because of the activity after a few quiet evenings. There is the sound of children laughing and crying. The scent of an outdoor grill. Suddenly a crowd cheers and there is a big “boom” indicating the local football team has scored. For a moment there is a silent shudder through the harvested Palouse hills. I think to myself, it is time to prepare the garden bed to plant garlic in the coming weeks.
