Rubber Booting...

is what I do when it's been raining a while.  Gotta check out everything. Dinner's in the oven so I don my camouflage rubber boots and a jacket because it's turning cold. I listened to the water roar through the valley at its peak last night but I couldn't go see.

Daylight comes we have things to do.  Want to help?  Come along with me and we'll have some fun.

We must check the water level.  We must check for new sand bars and see if the old ones still remain.

We have to watch for places holding water

and places that have washed out.  All these have to be corrected to conserve the land.

We check water gaps to make sure nothing is stopping the flow. If the water has damaged it replace/repair it so the cattle will not get out. 

We take out the limbs and the football (placing soggy football under our arm) that was blocking the flow and discover we have a hole in our boots.

A cold hole. Boots now full of water we slosh back to the house thinking it may be time for new rubber boots.

We find an arrowhead. And that is how a day goes after a big rain...now I'm looking for new rubber boots.

So many choices!!!

History In The Making

The look may change from Mother Nature's touch.  The trees are fewer but the sky is bigger now.  The sun is more visible as it rises.

Here history speaks as we make our own history.

Our grandparents' house with our parents' fence surrounding it,

while I add the history of the horses.

Treasures are uncovered from ancient history

and they help us know the past,

while we build a future.

Another day in Paradise

My husband, Dennis, is in the hay. It is late for a second cutting but since last summer's drought and lack of hay, we want ever piece we can get. Today I will join him in the hauling.

Yesterday was not good. Dennis broke the shearing pin on the baler. It had been so long since that had happened, he could not remember how to get it back in time. That was just an end to a wonderful day. Thirty percent chance of rain and only him working. The life of a farmer!

Don't get me wrong! Farm life is good. There is nowhere else you can see the hay growing and take pride in it. You can see your young calves being birthed. You can smell a barn full of good hay. Jump on a horse and ride your boundarys. Here you can also take a walk and find an arrowhead. You can fish in the ponds and play in the creek. You can drink fresh spring water. Most of all you can enjoy the quiet and peacefulness at the end of the day knowing it will all still be here tomorrow. Sit and wonder at the beauty of nature. Wonder did my grandparents see the same view? I would not trade this life for another.