My Winter Walk

At The Farm you can't really see the lay of the land unless there is the contrast of snow with the trees.  After viewing the hills around me in the valley I know why it was chosen through the years as a Native American campsite.

Fresh running water and

flat lands with rolling hills on all sides 

made this valley perfect for anyone's home.

I wandered to Rock Hollow.

It was not a safe day to climb.

The snow showed me how hidden

the valley and the people here would be.

It was an Ariat day.

No, still haven't found that new pair of rubber boots.

I'm grateful the foresight of my ancestors

allows me to call this peaceful valley My Home.

Sunday...

I pour my Dr Pepper into a glass of ice too fast.  I am too slow to sip quickly and avoid the overflow of  bubbles that splat onto the floor.  I find a paper towel laying alone as if for this very purpose and clean my mess blaming nothing but my lack of attention to detail.

I wisely decide to go for a walk.

Just me and my Fat Baby boots

The dogs joined us.

Fat Baby on a log, 

Fat Baby on a rock, 

and Fat Baby on a rail road tie.

The pair and I had a good time.

On the way back home

nestled in the woods

by the remains of an old barrel

we shared a glimpse of spring.

The Things We Keep...

What can you tell about a person by the things they have around them?  This has been on my mind as I thin pieces of my life, trying to simplify and  keep only the things I absolutely love.  There are many advantages to this.  You don't have to dust as much, when you're gone people will have less to throw away, and it just feels good being surrounded by stuff you absolutely love.

I wonder what these pictures tell about me except that I am behind on my dusting.  Welcome to a peek inside my head and my heart.  Introducing a few of the pieces that have survived the first cut. 

Do they reveal my personality as you know it here or do they hint at secrets?  Let me know.

Remember, I didn't say I'd been cleaning...

I said, I'd been thinning.

These Boots Are Made For Riding, Not Roofing

I am sure Ariat makes boots for roofing but these aren't them!  I was headed to the barn but decided to have Hubby help me get the tin back on the old house blown off by the tornado.  This has been a job we haven't been able to get completed until Sunday. 

Self portrait proves I was on the roof,

hot, sweaty, and scared but on the roof.

 This is the area we had to replace.  Now Hubby and I are neither spring chickens nor light weights so we were very cautious while climbing on this steep, old baby.

This picture is from the roof of the lean-to kitchen, not the highest part.  I soon discovered Ariats were not idea for roofing.  I slipped, I slid, I stretched, I hammered then Hubby felt sorry for me and joined me for the high part.

This is how I got up, just rode up in the bucket with my tools and climbed on the roof. 

Hubby had to climb up the tractor, to the bucket and onto the roof, laughing at me while he climbed.  He has no fear so he took this as a great opportunity to increase mine. 

Brave man on the roof cap, making short work out of what would taken me a long time to do.  When we loaded back into the bucket for him to climb down, he casually mentioned that the bucket has been dropping.  THEN he said, look, the back tires are off the ground, too much weight in the bucket.  I had my eyes closed.  Laughing at my fear, he climbed down the tractor and lowered me to the ground so I could safely step out.  RAT!

While on the roof, we spotted these buzzards,

across the field.

Were they waiting for us to fall???