A few significant events have happened around here since I last posted.
Okay, it's been more than a few.
Fundamentally, not much is new. We're still ranching in the same place and have the same four kids.
Those kids are now taller.
One of them graduated from the eighth grade, started high school, and now has a driver's license.
We bought some property in the Missouri River Breaks.
Most recently, we got broadband Internet through fiber optic cable, which makes blogging (and checking the weather and markets) a much less painful experience.
With a better Internet connection, our 15-year-old has been able to post his newest video project. He is enrolled in videography in 4-H, and he has made a couple of harvest videos in the past. His latest project, which you can see below, is about shipping calves. He has become an agvocate, promoting what we do and how we do it to those who might not understand. We're looking forward to what he will produce in the future.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
I grew up in mountain country.
This was the view out my bedroom window at home.
When I got married and moved 80 miles north, the mountains became a distant memory. In this Breaks country, the hills are inside out.
And while it's beautiful, it's just not the same.
The smells, the sounds, and the sky are different.
So when I had the chance to help a friend gather cattle in the mountains last week, I jumped at it, even though the cattle were all yearlings.
Gathering yearlings is similar to eating Jell-O with a toothpick.
They have no clear sense of direction, and they have two gears: stop and go.
But nothing could keep me from enjoying my day in the mountains, especially since it was the same mountain range where I grew up.
Although I didn't pack a camera with me in the saddle, I did have one in the pickup, and I used a cell phone to snap a few pictures along the way.
Mostly, though, I was occupied trying to keep 138 heifers from bolting back into the timber.
My husband and his new horse, Jasper, were busy as well, along with the rest of the friends and neighbors that gathered on a beautiful fall day to tackle the task at hand.
It was a beautiful day.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
This blog has been neglected for nine months, but I have a good excuse.
Monday, December 20, 2010
We are almost ready.
We decorated the tree (in our jammies, of course).
Each ornament was carefully placed.
Each child exclaimed over the ornaments as they took them out of the boxes, remembering who gave it to them and what it signified.
And Mom tried hard not to notice that she wasn't the only one who could reach the top of the tree this year.
The school Christmas program was performed.
Prayers were answered as lines were remembered.
Trombones were in tune.
Santa was besieged.
At church, the angels sang. And coughed.
Little ones sang of a baby in a manger. Actually, one little one sang. But they all looked cute.
Shepherds discussed the visit from the coughing angels while arguing over whose line came next and who got to hold the stuffed sheep.
men persons, who looked vaguely like the shepherds from a previous scene, came from afar. They brought gold, frank and scents, and mire.
And the true meaning of Christmas was revealed in the form of two homeless people who wandered into the church, disrupted the program, turned out to be angels, and skipped several lines at the end, confusing each other and providing a healthy dose of comic relief.
The requisite photo in front of the tree was snapped after a series of cheesy grins, rolled eyes, grimaces, smirks, and glares.
And so, we're almost ready. There are cookies, fudge, and truffles. There are presents under the tree. There are completed Christmas crafts.
Now, all we need is a silent night. A night to reflect on the reason for all of this. A night to remember, to be mystified, and to brim over with joy.
Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and hoping that you, too, will enjoy a silent night in this holiday season.