We've enjoyed a good week-long run of eating our dinners (and some lunches) with our good friend Al; Al Fresco. Maybe you know him?
Here in the Bitterroot our dinners with Al aren't accompanied by the sounds of lawn mowers, parents scolding children, poorly executed electric guitar solos, or even the occasional siren. We just hear the songs of birds and the buzzing of the hummingbirds visiting the feeder.
Oh, and the Beastie Grrrlz' bear bells.