I love spring too because of the ittie-bitties….sigh, I have chicks and piglets and puppies, Oh My. Add kittens and doves and birds galore, plus lizards (they’re new this year)and a baby eaglette…life is a marvel to be sure! Thanks as usual for your lovely posts.

So many wonderful little bitties. What a great story about the antelope. Must have put a big smile on your face when you realized who she was. We have had so much rain and our water table is so high we just started planting our vegetable garden this week. Some of it went right into the muck along with some peat. It is really sad looking right now and I think I need to replace some of the tomatoes. Hoping our little bittie plants will grow. Have a great weekend!

Oh, I loved all of your little bitties Shery! The antelope story especially touched my heart…She came home to her first mama to have her babies! Your maternal instinct shines through in this post my dear! Patience, love and nurturing… we all need that don’t we? Even when we aren’t so little bitty!
Hugs,
Deb

Ahhh love the little bitties, thanks for putting a name to them. What a sweet story about the antelope – we have quite a few prong horns in my area all year long and every time I see them my heart jumps with joy. One of the special little bitties in our lives this week was a fawn rescued in the Black Forest fire in CO. – we live just about 3/4ths of a mile from it and my son lives in the forest – we were blessed that his home was not taken in the fire but with the rush of having to evacuate he didn’t get his chickens out – just the horses so we are going to now be looking for some chickens, may not be little bitties but will get what we can. Thanks so much for sharing your exciting life. God Bless

Thanks for the vicarious high plains journey while I had MY morning cup of brew. I could almost smell the sage. It’s a smell I miss. I grew up in sage country but there isn’t any where I live now. Whenever I’m on the road and start to see sage again, I stop the car and darn near roll in it. I want my hands, my clothes, everything to smell like sage. Lucky you!

Shery … As usual, another great post. First of all, I’m so happy that you finally got some rain and have some green around you again. What a relief! Secondly, I love all the old, rusty stuff you have around. Thanks for sharing all the beautiful photos and stories about life in your part of the world. I’m also glad that you are bonding with Ribbon and beginning to feel more confident riding. Ahhh … the lessons we learn at this age! Carol from Pennsylvania

Shery, I love reading about your Wyoming life. We raise cattle in Missouri, but it is much different than what you experience. And I just recently regained my courage on a horse – or at least I’m working on it. I’ve had a few bad experiences and a broken elbow, and last weekend, I too used the Lord’s prayer to calm me down and get back in the groove. We were on a trail ride, and half way through I could finally feel myself calm down. Thanks for sharing!

Ahhh! Spring! It was here…then snow, now close to 90 degrees! New Hampshire (northern NH) is very much like your weather and growing season. Short. Planted beans this morning. And zucs and cucs. Small space but God always gives me a place to plant. And, I watered the tomatoes in my jammies this morning! Thanks, Shery, I do so love reading your life here.

Awesome! I wish I was a mouse tagging along in your camper:)

Can’t wait:) I long for a campfire dinner and some laughs with friends:). See y’all soon!

We are still trying to get ready for a vintage trailer rally in Roslyn, WA, the middle of June. This will be our first and I still have to get my curtains completed. It seems that the search for decorative items was more fun than the actual curtain making….

Now I’m homesick. You Wyoming glamper gals sure do know how to tramp in style. I was just out fussing in my Airstream and getting itchy also. Happy trails to all of you.

Enjoyed your article…I’m ready to go Glamping! Bessie’s Back-pack is too.

I love your Cabin in Can! Where did you get the lettering or was it hand painted on? JoAnn

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Hi Joann,  The letters are decals, made by a gal here in town that has a decal machine. All you have to do is download the font style and you can make letters & silhouette images. I was going to hand-paint the letters in a log style, but when I heard about the decals…well, it was a no-brainer. They are not expensive to buy and it would have taken me a couple of days to paint the letters. Thank you!   Shery

Shery: What a heartwarming story everyone. Grace is truly adorable. It was nice to meet Beth too. Shery,you have very special friends.
Minnesota is full of snow too. We all need sunshine and warm weather. It’s May, er, I think it is. Think warm.

I guess Grace will suck your fingers too, as a baby calf once did mine. She is, indeed, a beautiful bovine.

This is an absolutely wonderful story! I can so identify with all your actions and feelings. Very similar here only with goats… I too lost about 25 kids when it didn’t get above freezing…terrible. BUT then you have those with births and the kids help to lessen the blow a bit. You put into words so perfectly how it feels to be a "farmgirl"! All the best to you and Amazing Grace!!!

My heart loves reading your post! I so miss my country home and 60 goats, my horse and chickens. I love the name Amazing Grace!!!! Thank you for shareing. Helps me wait just a little longer for home.
Donna

Amazing is LIFE, and we are so lucky to be reminded of this once a year during those magical months of calving!! We have also seen a few nice days up here just north of the border, enough though that an unfortunate grass fire broke out and burned 15, 000 acres of native prairie land, luckily no one was hurt and no homes were destroyed, Grasslands National Park will have an interesting summer as the animals return to the land and begin to rebuild their homes. Anyway I thought you might like to read about it if you haven’t already, as I remembered reading one of your posts last summer about the horrible fires!! Take Care, best of luck with the remainder of your calving season!!
Lacey

Oh my goodness what a survival story. Amazing Grace is a beautiful little girl – and yes, as all good country girls know – cows can be beautiful. So good to hear Momma decided she made a bad decision and was willing to take her baby back for a fresh start. Looking forward to stories of this Amazing Grace.

I’m teared up once again. Golly Shery! I always know your post are gonna be a tear jerker! Whether it’s for joy or sorrow, you get right to the heart of this ol’ farmgirl. I’ve raised many calves on the bottle. When they thrive, it’s so joyful and when they didn’t, oh my…don’t even want to think about it. I felt like I was right there with you gals, helping that baby stay in this world of ours. Thank you for another wonderful story from Wyo.

This story was oh so familiar! Here in Mn we have had rain rain and more rain. The mud was up to the cows bellies and was stickier then ever! While changing fences my husband and I can upon a calf stuck in the mud. I mean STUCK!! After pushing and tugging and shoving we finally got him out. Got him dried off and fed and settled in for the night. Back to the fence and wouldn’t you know a Mamma was caught kicking her twin baby off the teat. Another rescue and back to that dang fence! "Muddy Waters" baby is back with the herd and the orphan baby is still being fed and coddled. ( For now at least).Never a dull moment on the farm and always way too much work!

My harbinger arrived just yesterday in a glorious streak of bright yellow. Five years ago I awoke to see a bright yellow bird nesting in the cedar just outside my window. It was an amazing site. I immediately went to my bird id book and found what I believed could be the California Oriole. A bird that has not been seen in California for many, many years, believed to be extinct. I called some experts and started a frenzy. We had experts, cameras and video galore on the property. And yes, the California Oriole still exists. Now five years later "my" lovely orioles return each April to nest. There are now 4 or 5 pairs and they are a riot of marvelous color as they dart from olive to fig to cedar to oak. I have taken the orioles as a wonderful sign of life and strength and I am encouraged at their sight.

Hi Shery,
Love your writings about the Meadowlark.
There is nothing like the call of a favorite bird to make one connect with Mother Nature. It soothes my inner being. I love to sit in my favorite spot in my yard beside the coral honeysuckle on a trellis (where a Robin has made a nest) and become one with the natural world. Reminds me of our ten and a half years as caretakers/land managers of a 700 acre wildlife refuge in central TX. That was then and this is now and in our retirement years we live on our tiny spot in the TN Smoky Mountains which we have turned into our bird/butterfly/bat haven and enjoy the sounds and sights of nature.

My favorite bird of all time! Easter day we drove to a hill in farm country called Steptoe Butte. As we neared the crest I could hear many Meadowlarks, even with the windows rolled up! My comment to my husband was ‘Wish that we had them around the house like we used to!’. The next morning I was outside feeding my dog and heard the beautiful song. Right there, in the top of the spruce tree…Heaven sent…

You always inspire me. It is wonderful to know so many others wait for the song of spring in the call of the Meadowlark.

Thank you so much for your blog

Shery, My thoughts have been with you this winter as I know you continue to feel your loss. You are such a lovely lady with such a positive spirit. I continue to wish you well and hope that you have a blessed Spring, filled with newness and joy!

Boy, I’m with you on the clean out of the crafts stuff and getting rid of things. My husband and I downsized yet again and are trying to remodel our new old house while we are living in it. Unfortunately or fortunately there are no real closets. I’d just been stashing my boxes from the move last year in piles. Now the piles are in one big heap in the first room I see down stairs. Talk about motivation. One thing I discovered was that looking through my undone projects made me feel guilty for not using everything up.
I am now in the process of discovering how to pass them along to others! And Shery, the only thing we know for sure is that everything changes. You are an inspiration!

The beautiful quilt lifted my spirits today, and all of your words too.
Spring is in the Ozarks finally, we spent 5 hours today building fences for our
pole beans to grow up on this year, all under the beautiful sunshine at 70 degrees.
We too love the old, there is something comfy and cozy about a home filled with treasures from the past that someone else has loved and cherished before us.
It is like passing down a piece of love!
Hugs from the Ozarks, may your spring be filled with blessings! Diana

Dear Shery, What a timely post for me, I have been wanting, needing to clean out my sewing/craft room for a loooong time now and your words have helped me to really get in the spirit of really getting it done now. Thank You!
I love the quilt in your new guest room, everything looks so nice. Love the way you decorate and choice of colors. I also love the picture of Ribbon, she is a beauty!
Happy Spring!

Sherry, it all looks lovely! I, too, love old phones. While I have some cordless ones, I also have my grandmother’s old hand crank phone. It doesn’t have a dial, but it is hooked up to our phone line. I have turned off the ringers on all our phones except this one. We have that old time ring each time someone calls. I love it!

I must admit my springtime happy place has always been Winnie the Pooh and all of the woodland creatures. Their free and easy lifestyle soooo makes me wish I lived there among them! I hope spring comes soon, too, as I resemble that lady you posted on this blog as well. Hang in there…it’s only for a short time now 🙂

I hear ya Sister! I’m in OK so we are ahead of you in the season, but it has still been a bit dreary with clouds and cold temps. I did see my first forsythia yesterday, and the daffodils are out. It won’t be long. Good luck with your pony!

Shery, I feel for you as far as the SAD, but you also have had
loss recently…but brighter days are on their way!
Anyone else who suffers from depression, please ask your MD to have your vitamin D level checked. Too many pills get prescribed, and all one might need is nutrition!
Hope you are feeling up to par real soon !

Happy thoughts to you inspiring Lady. You should plan a glamping vacation to the North Coast of California. Our winter lasts about a month (the down to this, is you never get to go down). Even the rainy days are gorgeous with blue skies that cloud over, lovely sunsets. I always think we get out best weather when the tourists go home.

We’ve got a spot here that would always welcome fellow glampers.

I first want to say, I always enjoy your pictures, whether vintage or photos. We’re experiencing tween-time right now in North-western Washington. One minutes it’s snowing, the next it’s sunny with blue skies, that hale and than who knows what. In the lowlands, we had no snow all winter and here on Whidbey Island, it was even mild, sad for me because I love snow. But now the weather doesn’t know how to make up it’s mind. I love snow and clear freezing days, but when it’s time for spring and summer, I want it to come right a way!!

Can you imagine, I got a job managing a garden Center!! Now I look out of my greenhouse windows and watch it snow!!

Luv your speckle enamelware bird feeder…
We have been having Geese passing through, I love hearing them honk… no bluebirds or meadowlarks yet… but the magpies are busy grubbing. Yep, Spring is almost here!

Had a mama deer & her 2 toddlers feed on the apples/hay & corn we put out in the trough.. luv watching them as they cross between our home & barn… See, Spring is in the air! :>)

I smiled all the way through your post. I don’t have any, but chickens have always looked like pure fun to me. Hearing your descriptions and seeing your pictures makes me feel like I get to be part of your lifestyle. Thank you! I have a new goal now. They always say try to be as good as your dog, but now I will add trying to be as happy as a chicken!

My heart aches for you. What a beautiful creature and a touching story. How lucky to have had two wonderful souls in your life. God Bless you, until you meet again.

Oh Shery … Yet another beautiful tribute to your beloved horse. I am SO sorry for your double loss but you have a wonderful attitude and with time, your aching heart will heal. Your tribute made me cry. God Bless … Carol

I feel your pain. I am so blessed that you choose to share your feelings with us. I know it was hard. I too have to believe that there is a Rainbow Bridge. It would be to hard not to believe.

OH Sherry, I am SO sorry. You & Bluebell have been in my thoughts lately; now I know why… your writings are so interesting, emotional, & filled with LOVE. From one animal lover to another; Prayers are with you, jonna

Oh Shery,

There just aren’t words to convey to you how very sorry I am. What a terrible blow to lose both your dear ones so close to one another. But I believe you are right that she couldn’t imagine living without her friend. I once again send you love and warm wishes and an understanding hug. My thoughts and prayers are with you.

While I have only raised 4 Old English sheep Dogs I have lost them all. Your heart is in threads at each loss. It’s hard to tell people who don’t know that kind of love how wonderful it is. you are in my thoughts and prayers

Great tribute to some fine animal friends….sigh…ya gotta quit makin’ my eyes leak though…. (:

Sherry: I am crying with you, I know what a good horse, best friend, worker and pal can mean to you. But I am laughing with you too. That last sign about shrinking in the dryer is a hoot! God Bless and live free with your new steed.

Oh Sheri, My heart goes out to you. I am writing this with tears in my eyes. Although I have never owned or been close to a horse, I have had other animals who have been dear to me and my family. And when you lose one it is just like a part of your heart being torn out, as you said. How wonderful for you to have so many memories and photos of those precious days with your two amazing horses! Thank you for sharing both your joy and pain with us. God bless and keep the faith!

Wow…what a wonderful story! I have to agree that Morgan horses are very special. My daughter had an old style Morgan from New England who was as smart as a whip and as sweet as pie. I am so glad that you are getting to raise another one. Thank you for sharing the promise that we will get to see our furry friends in Heaven some day. They are like family, and our God knows the desires of our heart.

Thank you for sharing your most beautiful story of love. Peace

Soft hugs to you. Love reading your post each and every one.
I so believe there will be animals in heaven, I will be waiting for my sweet rosebud (my dog)and my sweet horse holly, they were my very best friends.
Donna

Once again, dear Shery, you have outdone yourself. I wanted to let you know that I saved a couple of ‘Dolly Cam’ pictures on my computer from one of your previous blogs. I ran across them the other day and as always, they made me smile. How much closer to heaven can you get, than spending time with your dear friend?
Large hugs to you!

Shery, as I read about your loss of Bluebelle, then the loss of beloved Dolly, I have the biggest lump in my throat and tears streaming down my face wanting to give you the biggest ‘Hug" ever. It is such a hard loss (but the twice), we go on remembering the wonderful joy they brought to us in the time they graced us in their life time. Warm embrace to you!

Such a beautiful story. Last year I lost what I call my heart dog. A dog that helped me though the unexpected passing of my sister. Her beautiful spirit was there when I needed her to come and rest her head on my lap when my heart was breaking. Just a short time after my sister passed away my beautiful Bella became ill and one month to the day of diagnosis she was gone. My heart broke. Just recently, last month, my husband of 40 years suddenly passed away. My heart is broken once again. We planned a trip out west which now we will never to do. I have a void in my heart that is so large. I too hope that someday I will find another heart dog that will be there by my side, my best friend. I hope you have much joy with your new journey. I too hope someday that my heat will sing again with joy…….

Oh Shery……how my heart breaks for you. I do understand what you are going through. I have lost horses, cows (a Jersey milk cow that was MY baby), a mule and many doggies. The last episode was so hard, I truly felt I could not go through it again. It’s just too hard. Good Lord, I still had a wad of tissue here by my computer left over from your last post! Once again, I cried my eyes out for what you are going through. I tried to share with my husband, but just couldn’t get the words out. Gosh darn, life can be tough. I’m sending prayers to my Wyo sis and just wish I were there to give you a hug to squeeze the stuffin’s outta ya!! Love from your SoCal sister, Vikki

So sorry for your loss. Our 4 legged family members are so stitched into our soul that the grieving is all-consuming. Your beautiful horses knew that and you are the now the warrior to send them off in love for happy trails until reunited again with them. Life is so short that only the loving and giving to other equine (all animals)will give us love and guidance to follow our path and make a difference while we are here.

Oh how I cried for you. Putting down a loved one when you know it is the best thing for them is the hardest and losing two loved ones so close together…..my heart is heavy for you. I know getting another loved one helps but it doesn’t take away the intense sadness. We put our beloved dog down and I stayed with him till the complete end and i am glad I did but it was so very hard. We got another rescue within weeks and it helped to have a new love to take care of but the saddness was still there and still is even now upon occasion. when I love, I love deep and Shortie will always be my boy. And I am grateful for him being in my life and grateful to have spent that time with him. Now I know he is in heaven eating all that he wants and playing all that he wants. Love takes care of all.

A beautiful tribute that brought tears to my soul & heart!
I had to have my 11 year old daughter BAILEY who owns her own
gelding Pony of America 14.2 hand horse named "DANDY" read the rest as
her Mom was so choked up reading:(
My daughters #1 Love is her boy!
Thank you for a most fascinating story of your lives.
As a mom who dreamt of having horses be my world young, I was unable to until my daughter
got the bug @ age 4! Now I’m turning 49 & just going to start riding for first to my daughters desire
I join & have this love shared as a bonding unity.
Thank you, Christy &Bailey

A tribute as beautiful as she was. Why are ‘great horses’ buried in that fashion?

Kristy asked: Why are "great Horses" buried in that fashion?

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I answered: Thank you **EVERYONE** for your kind thoughts and tender words of comfort :o) Thank you so much.

Actually, many humans are buried like this too…some vertical and some laid down. It began with humans. The idea behind it comes from this Bible promise: Believers in Jesus will be raised/resurrected when the Lord Jesus appears in the sky … having come for believers at the Rapture (not to be confused with His 2nd coming). The Rapture is not THE 2nd return; the Rapture happens *before* His 2nd return. Described in scripture this way: "Those who are dead shall be raised first and then those of us who are alive at that time will changed in the blink of an eye." It will be a rescue, an evacuation, believers shall be taken to the Heavenly’ refuge’ before the Great Tribulation begins – spoken of in the book of Revelation. SOoo, with all of that in mind, people (those who believe in Jesus) wanted to be buried and to bury their loved ones facing the East as a loving reminder that they will be facing east, which scripture describes this way: Christ brilliantly appears in the east like the rising sun. Now, somewhere in time, it also became customary to bury a beloved horse in like manner – namely war horses who gave their all on the battlefield and who were beloved by their riders. From there it spread to other horse lovers … and especially cowboys. Many Christians believe in the resurrection of *ALL* life – not just human life. One verse describes it this way, "All Creation travaileth, groaning, waiting for our deliverance" — as in collective living beings. Many, many, many Bible scholars (of old and recent experts too) support this belief which is a great comfort to believers who dearly love their animals because … "All things bright & beautiful, all things great & small, all things wise & wonderful, the Lord God made them all."     – Shery J

Oh Shery,
I am so very sorry for your loss. It will take a long time for the pain to ease, but it will, and then when you think of your lovely Bluebelle you will smile with a heart full of memories. I lost my beloved 12 year old St Bernard just before Christmas and I truly thought that my heart might never sing again. But it has become somewhat easier with the passage of time, and I assure you it will for you too. What a wonderful life she had , and the memories of her will comfort you in the days ahead. I promise. My thoughts and prayers are with you. And they come with a warm hug of understanding.

So very sorry for your loss. Bluebelle was an extraordinary being and I thank you for providing a glimpse into her life. Once in a lifetime, if we’re lucky, we are graced by an angel in the form of a loving animal who possesses an uncanny grace, intuition and intelligence as Bluebelle did. Anyone whose life has been touched by such an incredible and devoted friend feels your pain and cries with you. I know I am. May the passage of time ease the pain of your loss.

Shery
Will pray for you. I know how your heart aches.
I lost 2 such horses in my life time so far.
My first pony who would wait at the door while I changed from school clothes to play.
The other was my quarter horse who was the dearest horse. I’m thankful to say she gave me 2 foals which we still have.
Freedom is the air we feel blowing between the ears of the horse we ride.
Ann

My heart and thoughts are with you Shery. You wrote a beautiful tribute to your loyal and steadfast friend. I am with you in spirit. Peace and blessings to you.

Shery: I am crying with you. I had a morgan horse once. He was wonderful. I still miss him. Belle blessed you in so many ways. Be glad you had her for so long. I wish I was there to give you farmgirl hugs. God Bless.

What a beautiful tribute to one of God’s most regal of His creations. Now, that the tears stopped their flow, I feel your joy of having had her in your life. You were truely blessed. And, as well, she to have you. She is not gone….she is just away….

What a lovely eulogy for a beloved member of your family. I’m sure she knew she was cherished and shared the affection. Thank you for telling her story.

Shery, My heart is broken for you . I have been in your shoes and they are not comfortable. You were right about Bluebelle giving you such a gift to go quietly on her own- we arent usually that fortunate, are we? She will remain in your heart forever, and you will meet again, I am sure of it. Love, Meredith

Shery,

Losing a horse is like no other pain. You have done a great justice to your dear Bluebelle with these caring words. She sounds like, as you say, a great horse. The adventures shared in your blog are something most people will never know. I’ll never ever forget the morning I discovered that my beloved Mohawk had passed during the night. He was 26 years old and we had been together for 20 years and 360 days. It still hurts but there are three wonderful, nickering horses waiting in their stalls right now for me to slog my way through this spring time blizzard to give them hay and water before bedtime. My sympathies to you and thank you for sharing. -Kim

Shery, I am so sorry for your loss of Bluebelle, What a lovely memorial to her life. She was a very special horse for sure! How blessed you were to have had her in your life. I remember when my very dear mare passed away, I was heart broken for a very long time. Horses are one of the most wonderful of God’s creatures.
I love the picture of the little lamb with the doggie coat on, so cute!!
My thoughts and prayers are with you.

Shery, condolences on your physical loss but your memories will live forever. You were blessed with a most precious ‘love’ and she was blessed by having you in her life. God Bless.

Shery,
Thank you for this beautiful post and a good cry. I am so sorry for your loss. Bluebelle was an amazing soul. Run free with the wind, Bluebelle.

Shery,
So very sorry for your loss. Wishing you peace,
Janet

Dear Shery,
I’m sitting here crying my eyes out and grabbing at the tissues…oh my, I can relate. I’ve lost beloved horses, mules, cows and dogs in my life. It just hurts sooo bad and although time does heal, a sweet story like what you have been so gracious to share, brings all of those memories streaming back like a strong tide. So, I cry. But like you, I am confident that someday we will be reunited with those loved ones once again. Oh happy day! Thank you for sharing such a precious experience. Bless your heart.

Shery, I was also moved by your tribute to "BlueBelle". My own horse from 40 years ago "Smokey Joe" was part morgan and so much fun but you could put a child on him and he just tippee toed around. Many times when I am stressed or tired I just close my eyes and take a ride on him thru the Nebraska pastures we rode in stopping on top of the highest points looking out at the sights. It is still just a vivid today as it was in the 1960’s. Bluebelle will always be with you in mind a spirit just as Smokey is with me.

Enjoy your spring it will be here soon.

Hi Shery,
I just read your blog. I thought I was the only one with horses like that…identical. Chico…my 1956 Montana mare,Chico, a Morgan out of the remounts of Miles City Montana…I had her from the time she was 4 unti she was 27 and died in my arms during the night. Buried in Utah my old place. My best friend. I’m bawling my eyes out writing this…it’s very hard.
Her daughter, Pica (means little girl in Norwegian), she lived till the ripe ole age of 34, she’s buried in Washington, our last station. My heart breaks in a million pieces because my Air Force heritage does not allow us to stay in one place too long, at least until now. those two horses took me across the wheat fields of Montana and into the cutting arenas on the intermountain circuit. Chico took me to high school and college rodeo, Great Falls and Bozeman MT, my $109 horse was never out of the finals and I have a precious buckle. I just lost her granddaughter two years ago April. Sophie was 25. I always have a big enough horse trailer to get them all to wherever in one trip. Been up to a 6 horse but today am down to a 3 horse..that’s how many girls I have now. And they all look just like yours. Except for Chico, the first one. She was an honest to God blood bay, the color of merlot wine. Pica would get a touch on her neck during the winter but closer to your girls once she shed off. I still have my bays, silly me. they are quarter horses but to be totally honest if I could find those morgan horses like you have had I would be on the road so fast you wouldn’t see daylight. I would give it all to have those two girls back again. If you have a person who could connect me, I’m ready! I’m pushing 67 this year and finally building the last homestead!! I’m 32 miles short of the Idaho border in northern Utah, we planted alfalfa last late summer…our first crop and my fingers are crossed. this summer the barn and the house go in and I retire from the Air Force. I have had a long and wonderful life with them but it’s time to land the plane and pop the canopy. Still have my original saddle that came with Chico, it was made out of one hide from a family saddlery in Georgia. I’m still riding that and the one I bought in 71…great cutting, roping and stuff saddle. I’d love to meet you, we could trade some great tales about our girls.
It does my heart good to know that you had that same closeness…there is nothing like it. My best to you and live long!! Amy I Meighan