Today has been one of those days where I can’t seem to focus. When I went to bed last night, the air smelled of rain, and I could have sworn it would be raining all night. I awoke to drifting snowflakes which quickly increased to steady feathers sifting down. The ground was covered in short order. It stopped at 10:00 AM and by 11:30, it had all melted. Following my trip to Ten Sleep and Lucas’ term as Reading Dog of the Day, the sun was shining and skies were blue.
My jobs were varied today. I was dog trainer with Elsa as we cleared the corral for Vernon to pour grain. I became tractor driver for Vernon as we fed the cows. I chauffered Lucas into town where I remained his assistant as he listened to his readers share books on satellites, seasons, and Charlotte’s Web. I was teacher as I explained psysanky (Ukrainian egg decorating) to the class of 3rd and 4th graders. ( I had given an egg as a gift to the teacher) I turned into a calligrapher for the superintendent’s All State Basketball certificate. I became a treasure hunter when I took my metal detector to the park and creek side for a quick dab of time. I found $1.85!!! At home again I was housekeeper and laundress and cook and now, finally, quietly…writer.
I tried to keep track of the returning birds…today I was pleased to see Rosy Finches, chickadees, Oregon juncoes, magpies, crows, rock doves (aka “stupid pigeons”), Canadian geese, ducks I couldn’t id, redwinged blackbirds, robins, mourning doves (just this evening!), ring-necked pheasants, red tailed hawk, and wonder of wonders, the blue herons have returned to the blue heron tree!!!! YAY! I await their return, along with bluebirds, to testify that spring really IS here. The bluebirds remain elusive and I haven’t heard a killdeer yet, nor nighthawk, but they will come. I should try to find my pics of the blue heron tree to share…picture an ancient cottonwood, stuffed with LARGE nests, and each rearing babies. It makes me wish for a better lens for my camera!! It is a sight to see!
I hope in short order to relax…and breathe…and refocus…and “to sleep, perchance, to dream…” and I mean sleep!
It seemed like every night I was too tired and too busy to write anything…then I had high hopes for spring break, with the boys coming home for a week, surely I could write something. Plus Victoria was coming for Easter weekend… No surprise here, nothing was done on my blog or website! With the boys home, I was relieved of feeding duty, but my cooking duties were enlarged… Nights were spent visiting with the boys or their friends and I must say it was all enjoyable. But tonight is quiet and I must play catchup.
Spring is well on its way, most of the snow is gone, birds have returned, my new used metal detector is a wonderful toy, Elsa is in heat and the dog shuffle has begun, we have 2 heifers left STILL, my boys and daughter are such JOYS to have here, creativity is high – my psysanky eggs and clay pens occupy spare moments, I seem to turn into a pyromaniac this time of year – death to weeds!, Dally got to chase some heifers for the first time, the possibilities of meeting up with old and new friends hang in the air, old photographs spur stories, the spring cleaning bug has bitten me, our windless March reversed its decision today and became a typical Wyoming BREEZEY DAY – whew!
So, the stories ARE still in me, and I’ll try again, in this quiet house, to “scratch pen to paper”, well, ok, “type” and share.
Dally looks over Greet Ranch.
Lucas lays on a deer trail still covered in snow to cool off. It was all of 45 degrees, but we’d been hiking for a while. He’s watching Boomer on the other side of the draw follow whiffs of bunny scent.
We went to my husband’s uncle’s 94th birthday celebration today. It was held in Ten Sleep at the old Seventh Day Adventist Church…which actually was Ten Sleep’s first elementary school building. It was a good turnout for a family gathering. George still lives on his ranch, splits his own wood for his fire he builds in his woodstove everyday. He is in relatively good health…his vision has failed more than anything, but he’s good at recognizing voices and is always thrilled to visit with you. George is a gentle soul. This ranch is only 5 years older than he… Next year we will celebrate 100 years on this place. The building was filled with relatives that grew up here, relatives that visited in the summer, relatives that moved to town and brought their kids and grandkids here to help during busy days, relatives that moved far away and visit only once in a great while. This land holds their memories. We celebrated that today… and we, as keepers of the land, hold those memories with respect and love. Happy birthday, George!