This was first published June 19, 2011. About 3 am, I felt yukky. About 4 am, Vernon awoke to get ready to ride and gather our steers (who sell tomorrow on Northern Livestock Video Auction). About 4:45, he and Brandon left and I remained on the couch. Miserable and, now, guilty as well….
Wordless Wednesday: ”Relaxation”
For a jigsaw puzzle of this relaxing pond scene, go HERE.
Ah, Well…
It happened years and years ago. Victoria says she remembers it, but I doubt my boys do. The rains were tremendous in the spring… and we drove out for a picnic into the badlands. Wildflowers were everywhere. Just fields of paintbrush… I took some old VHS movies of the kids and the flowers. Driving out,…
Surprise!
(Last night, I was tired and fading fast… I couldn’t find my picture i wanted to post, my eyes were slamming shut and my internet kept wafting in and out. Finally, I just quit and left it all!) A loon! Really. While I know they’re supposed to be around Yellowstone, I haven’t ever seen one…
Random
Just a few random pics… Dandelions are having a great year. Narrow trails and smart horses… The Ant Hill just erupted! This hill, the Ant Hill, has a fantastic cloud behind it and it reminded me of a volcano… A blue heron circles above us, irritated at disturbing their nest.
#TBT: Western Conference, v.2.0
This was first published June 10, 2011. We gathered another pasture. It’s called the Joe Henry. He was the guy Vernon’s grandfather bought this place from back in 1909. I’ve always liked the name… even named a puppy that once… although his new owners didn’t keep it. It was tough riding. There’s lots of bentonite…
Wordless Wednesday: ”Blue Heron”
For a jigsaw puzzle of this pretty, and large, Blue Heron… go HERE.
Truly Blessed
First chance to get off his horse and run around like little boys should after 5 or 6 hours in the saddle. He brought me two presents… a small horny toad and a bitterroot flower. I accepted the flower and he let the horny toad go where a horse wouldn’t step on him. He’s worked…
Another Day, Another Pasture
Another day. Another pasture.
Here, Bully
Yesterday was a longish day and when I arrived home, it took me about five minutes before my eyes were drooping and my head bobbing. Some days are like that, so all you got was a photo. Usually this time of year, we’ve been gathering our cows out of the badlands pasture and bringing them…
