Sunday morning we worked at the golf course. The afternoon was so slow there was no need for our services so we were permitted to leave. This is unusual to me. A golf course back home in Pennsylvania, any course, would be packed to the gills on a Sunday afternoon. And the Bully Pulpit is ranked as a top course in the country by Golf Digest magazine. Go figure. Hopefully, it’s just early in the season but I’m woeful that this economy may prove to bear bad fortunes. So off to Dickinson for flowers and shaving cream. And this is the view we saw leaving Medora and looking into the Painted Canyon along Interstate 94. Several stops and attempts at something special to spruce up the site came up empty. Finally, a hanging basket Robin spied was just the right touch. And now a wrought iron hanger to adhere to a tree to hang it from. Must make things presentable for Ryan (#1 child) and fiance Carolyn are coming to visit at week’s end. Momma is delirious with anticipation. It’s been five months since seeing them last. Much is planned for their visit to avoid boredom. The purchases were made and then the trip home a mere two hours after initiating it. What a difference a few hours makes. The scenery was worth the drive. We had to pull off to take in the grandeur. It makes one feel small. Agree?