I know no one wants a Wordless Wednesday entry today… we all just want to go hug Boomer and play STICK.
<You must spell it STICK…
because Boomer is SOOOOO intense about it…
It simply MUST be in CAPS.
STICK!>
But life on a ranch goes on…
steadily…
onward.
Today grain is being thrashed, equipment is being repaired, cattle are being salted and checked upon, and weeds are being surveyed.
There is to this life and this land a solidness that becomes a part of you. You know that pain of loss, or injury, or sadness, will pass. The land continues on everyday. Everyday you do what it takes to go forward… a repair to the combine, so the grain can be harvested, so the cattle can eat grain this winter when it’s -30, so that the cows make it through the winter in good shape, so that they have good healthy calves in the spring, so that we succeed in selling good beef to feed this country (as well as all the other benefits gained from cattle).
In our tiny little corner, we are happier because we have one of our partners back. We are thrilled that he is here to go irrigating, or move cattle, or just play STICK for a while longer.
But we would have gone on had the ending been different.
We would have mourned in our own ways…
We still would have thrashed, repaired, salted, checked, and surveyed today.
That is LIFE.
Out here, perhaps we’re a little closer to the rough edges of it all.
We meet it daily.
Being able to share with you the small victories in this life has made this experience very special. I do so thank you for your caring, for your concern, for your unexpected depth of feeling for a strange little dog (and I do mean that in more ways than one!) in the middle of Wyoming.
I’m glad I decided to share My Space with all of you…
