I'll take the dirt road...
Sometimes you just have to bust out in poem form to express your feelings... it's also totally acceptable to give it some rhythm and sort...
Just a ranch mom...
I've heard this phrase said a lot over much of my life. I see it now in social media posts and comments and it makes me wonder if those...
Mama rode the circle horse...
“You’re going to ride with me Cowboy. Mama’s on the circle horse…” It’s been a while since I’ve heard those words. I generally am not...
And your wife?
We moved to this faraway place in the Spring of 2011. Below is a post I had written not long after our move. I giggled a little when I...
The romance of ranching
Every day, we are up before the sun with the day’s tasks playing like a movie in our heads. This time of year, we watch the last few cows...
Is nothing sacred?
A friend of mine sent me a message after reading about the lady at the bank and asked me if I would write about the two most annoying...
You want me to do what??
That was my question, about a month ago when Husbeast said that there was a cook needed at base camp and he thought I should do it. That...
These Hands...
These hands. Barbed wire scarred. Bruised, but never broken. Burned and callused from a rope. Freckled from the sun. Muddy. Dry....
May you always have cows around..
Husbeast came down the mountain a few days ago and said we had cows on the neighbor's side of the fence. They were very happily hiding...
#ILoveBeef but I'm kinda pissed at our cows
Two days ago, I headed up to our mountain pasture because Husbeast had a suspicion that our cows had busted out. His suspicion was spot...
