Don’t know how the ships at sea feel… but the .4″ of rain here has created mud and soggy hay. Don’t laugh… .4″ is a fair rain here… we only get 14″ in an entire year here! I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned it… but my father-in-law, Johnny, is a NOAA weather observer… he’s…
A Plea for Dana
I was recently contacted by a woman in Moses Lake, Washington. Her husband has been diagnosed with terminal multiple myeloma and they will no longer be able to run cattle or their ranch. She is desperately seeking a new home for Dana. Dana is out of Elsa… but the father is Dubya, both owned at…
Wordless Wednesday – Lonely One Room Schoolhouse
One room schoolhouse from my father-in-law’s childhood sits under the red bluffs… lonely, waiting for children’s laughter just one more time…
Eye on the Sky
As I mow my grass… round and round… back and forth for the three hours it takes me to accomplish this deed… I keep an eye on the sky. This is the view from my front porch looking west… the rimrock should be familiar to you by now! This is not normal for 10 am….
A Gift
I’ve been extremely lucky in my life to have some great friends. They’ve all shared a part of my life… Helped me to grow… Helped me when times were tough… Helped my moods, my spirit, my workload! Most are long gone down the roads that separate us all. That doesn’t mean I don’t think of…
It’s 9:30, Do You Know Where Your Cows Are?
I do. We just put a quarter of them in the Double Crossing. That means EARLY in the morning we’ll take them to our mesa pasture with the half we took up the other day. That means I should get ready for bed instead of writing… but I have found my passion for this blogging…
If Wishes Were Horses…
Although my wish for the day would have been to attend a stockdog clinic… in Pavillion, Wyoming (2.5 hours away) from Elvin Kopp (his website is here)… instead we took half our cows to our mesa pasture. When I first heard about the clinic, I knew the date would be iffy… But just once… I’d…
Book
Long ago… when my kids were little and chubby and cute and just… just… just… you know… so full of potential and… LIFE!, I wrote a children’s book. About them… and this ranch… and the feeling that you get here… of continuing tradition… of history… of hard work… of generations… I called it Red Dirt…
Wyoma Story
From Wyoma’s book… Wyoma’s Life Stories. “When a woman marries a farmer she automatically becomes an instant hired man and she had better know how to do anything and everything or be on the look out as how to do it. I had never shocked grain but I soon learned. When Jim had the horses…
Wordless Wednesday – Canyon Spectacular
The surprising and spectacular 500′ deep Otter Creek Canyon. (7 photos consolidated) This doesn’t do it justice!
Town Yard/Ranch Yard
My folks always had a gorgeous yard… We’d edge trim (remember those hand held clippers???) and power rake and haul compost and haul sand and mow and water and weed and plant and transplant and fertilize and what ever else was deemed necessary for a fantastic yard, flower beds, and garden. I learned an amazing…
Picnic Photos
Before I share more Wyoma stories, I thought I’d share a few more photos from our Father’s Day picnic yesterday. Another of my favorite flowers is in bloom. It is called Bitterroot. Often associated with Montana, bitterroot was a Native American staple… and even helped feed the Lewis and Clark expedition. It does have to…