Thursday, July 20, 2017


One of my dearest little friends (family, really) passed away last Sunday. If I told you how much I'm grieving Blueberry, how much I miss her, you'd probably call me batty--so I won't mention it. 

Blueberry's kids, Calico and Ariel, pictured when they were a few days old. Thankfully, the doelings were plenty old enough to wean before Blueberry died.

Took this on the way to town to the vet clinic. The look on her face said, "Are you sure you know how to drive this thing?"

Me and Cora, saying good-bye. 
Ariel, foreground, on her mama's new grave. Surely Ariel didn't know that Blueberry was buried five feet beneath her, but, well.... 


"The thief's purpose is to steal, kill and destroy. My purpose is to give life in all its fullness." ~John 10:10 TLB

Friday, July 7, 2017

Farms: Great Places to Live, Unless You Like to Sleep at Night

Overheard in grocery checkout line:

Young mom with kids, buying eggs: “I’ve always wanted a farm. That’s my dream: to own a farm.”

Me, tempted to say: Lady, I bet you have no idea how hard you’d be working on that farm.

Checker: “Yeah, I grew up on a farm.”

Young mom: “And I’d love to have chickens. It would be so wonderful to wake up every day by the crowing of the roosters.”

Me, tempted to say: Ha! After a night of sleep interrupted by the caterwauling fox family, dogs chasing the fox family, and spouse calling the name of the cat who hopefully hasn’t become the midnight snack of the fox family, you’ll be ready to feed those ol’ early birds to the fox family. And don't get me started on cows and calves.

Me, carrying groceries to the truck: I definitely need to work on my attitude.  

A juvenile offender. 

Afternoon nappers, making up for lost nighttime REM.


"Every thought is a seed. If you plant crab apples, don't plan on harvesting Golden Delicious." ~Bill Meyer

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Wyoming, USA

Most Americans don’t live here. Wyoming’s population barely squeaks over 587,000—and that’s only if grizzlies, grey wolves, and good cowdogs are counted in the census.

Visitors come in the summer months, though, when our notorious weather generally behaves itself. Millions of camping, hiking, marshmallow-roasting, trout-fishing, rock-climbing, trail-riding, dude-ranching, cabin-renting, rodeo-cheering, jitterbugging, wildlife-watching, selfie-taking, souvenir-buying, wildflower-picking, mountain-admiring, fossil-hunting, history-buffing sojourners join our ranks.

The influx wildly boosts the local economy, of course. Grouchy locals get something fresh to grump about—traffic—since the usual topics, weather, oil prices, and politics, have grown stale. Most Wyomingites, though, are proud and happy to share our delightful state with the rest of the world—for a little while. 

I took these photos yesterday as we hiked near Wagon Box Creek in the Big Horn Mountains.


"The valleys are where I learn how small I am, the mountaintops where I see how great [God] is." ~Roy Rogers

Friday, June 30, 2017

Caught on the HamCam

Sugar and the goaties live for attention and publicity, so they enjoy visitors to the farm even more than the visitors enjoy them! 


"Praise God for a King who gives a woman dignity instead of taking it." ~Beth Moore

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Attention: Rubber Feed Tub Manufacturers

This is an ad-free blog, but if folks from Fortex or Duraflex happen upon these pictures, they may want to hire the kids as models for their next advertising campaign.

Willie and Seely

Calico and Ariel

Mork and Mindy

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Happy Dad's Day!

Hope you like this song as much as I do: "Good Good Father" by Chris Tomlin


"For God loved the world so much that he gave his only Son, so that every one who believes in him may have eternal life." ~John 3:16 PHILLIPS 

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Alkali and Alibis

My shrub roses, whose glory normally peaks in June, look scroungy this year. A month ago, two hard frosts sent the poor things scurrying back into dormancy. Many haven't even begun to bloom. 

Have you noticed that when something goes awry in our flower or vegetable beds, we gardeners have more excuses than trowels and hoses? Instead of admitting our ignorance, laziness, or blunders, we quickly cite weather conditions, insects, disease, seed or bedding plant quality, soil types, and my personal go-to, mineral-heavy well water. (Hey, maybe that's why I'm the only one on the planet that can't grow daisies!) 


"Take the hardest thing in your life--the place of difficulty, outward and inward, and expect God to triumph gloriously in that very spot. Just there He can bring your soul into blossom." ~Lilias Trotter, as quoted by L.B. Cowman, Streams in the Desert