Sunday, July 15, 2018

Home Grown

I thought I'd better show that roses aren't the only things that are flourishing this summer!

This is Calla with her mama, Lily. Lily's only a two year old, but she's already quite the milk producer.

Bonnie Lee poses with her mama, Bella. We bring the cows in every few weeks to spray them. Biting flies make cattle miserable, and the stress hinders weight gain. 

The squiglets, as I call them, are growing as fast as the weeds they love. This is Squiggy.

Lenny and the other goats love the occasional weedy bale of hay.

Josephine (foreground) isn't as tall as Lenny but weighs as much. When I took this photo, Lenny had just bumped into the bucket of water I'd been carrying. Ellie took it upon herself to lick him dry.


"Let your faith and sense of adventure be bigger than your fear!" ~Christine Caine

Friday, July 6, 2018

Worth the Wait

After a slow start, the garden is taking off. We're enjoying lettuce, kale, onions, peppers, and the first tomatoes. Cucumbers and cabbage will be ready soon. When I'm in the garden, I'm either weeding, watering, or swatting mosquitoes, so I forget to take pictures. Here's more rose photos, though, with a little surprise at the end.

A few days ago, Sparkle gave us one of those better-late-than-never calves: Sparky! 


"[God's] not late because He doesn't care. He's late because He's up to something greater." ~J.D. Greear, Not God Enough

Monday, June 25, 2018

Some Soldiers Smell Nice

All but one of my rose bushes made it through the Winter of 2017-2018. (Grammar junkies, don't judge me. If you'd weathered our Worland, Wyoming, winter, you'd capitalize the W too.) 

It's finally summertime, but the roses and I continue to fight for their survival [cue theme from Glory] against such foes as hailstorms, hungry grasshoppers, and pillaging goats. 

I put out deer repellent made with oils of peppermint, cinnamon, and cloves. It appears to repel white-tailed deer but not brown-and-white-tailed Nigerian dwarf dairy goats. Repellent spray containing cayenne pepper doesn't faze them either. I hope we don't have to resort to bunkers and rolls of barbed wire.


"The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places." ~Earnest Hemingway

Monday, June 18, 2018



"Nice to meet you. Did you bring us any treats?"

"Eat my dust!"

"Were we that crazy when we were little?"

"Who are those tiny ladies? What are they doing in that box?"

"This dog is nice, but why does she always stare at me like that?"


"Gladness and joy will overtake them, and sorrow and sighing will flee away." ~Isaiah 35:10 NIV

Sunday, June 3, 2018

So We Flew the Coop

As a rule, farmers and ranchers don't celebrate weekends. We've heard of them, of course, but we can't just clock out of fieldwork or tell livestock that since we don't get paid overtime, we're going home. We are home. 

Sometimes, however, a hiking trail beckons louder than weeds and a dear family member offers to feed the baby goats. There's nothing else to do but forget all there is to do and flee to the mountains.

This was our first hike up the Cottonwood Canyon trail.

Ellie got to romp and hunt pikas with Lily, our beloved granddog.

I don't know if Cottonwood Creek is good for fishing, but it's excellent for wading.
Scarlet globemallow cheered passers-by.

It would be fascinating to hike this canyon accompanied by a chatty geologist! 


"The whole earth is filled with His glory, so keep your eyes wide open, Traveler. You are no aimless wanderer." ~Beth Moore, The Quest

Friday, May 25, 2018

The Jitterbug

Josephine's latest trick is to vault onto her mama's back and prance around until falling off.

When Jubilee tires of being a dance floor, she makes herself too tall for Josephine to reach.

I wonder if Jubilee remembers that when she was a little kid, she loved to cut a rug on top of her mama too.


"Having a two-year old is like having a blender that you don't have the top for." ~Jerry Seinfeld 

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

A Fairy Tale, Wyoming-Style

Flowers around here have been understandably reluctant to show their faces. Maybe they suspected that spring was actually winter masquerading as spring, a seasonal version of Little Red Riding Hood. 

LITTLE PINK INDIAN PAINTBRUSH: (shivering) My, Grandmother Spring, what snowy weather you have! 
BIG BAD WINTER: (wearing Grandmother Spring's old yellow slicker and new fuchsia-and-chartreuse plaid rain boots) Ah, the better to water you with, my dear. 
LITTLE PINK INDIAN PAINTBRUSH: But, Grandmother, what bitter winds you have! Don't you have any sunshine for me?
BIG BAD WINTER: (mutters under his breath) Well, aren't you the little whiner today? (raises his voice) Come closer, dearie, and let Grandmother give you a big frosty hug!
LITTLE PINK INDIAN PAINTBRUSH: (gasps) You're not Grandmother Spring! She's beautiful and kind, and you're ugly and mean! (dives back into the safety of Mother Earth)


"Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring." ~George Herbert