It’s time to saddle up girls. We’ve got pairs to turn out. Hurry up, put on your boots and spurs. Go catch your horses and saddle up. Mom, my boots are too small. Oh great, right now? Can you wait? No, they hurt my feet. OK, let’s go see if we’ve got a bigger pair downstairs. Let me help you brush your horse. Can I try to put the saddle on? Oh, you almost had it. Here let me help. The oldest sets the gates, she’s an old hand by now. The youngest guards it. That’s the first step to learn. Let’s work as a team. We’ll pinch them off the fence. You go ride around them. I’ll push forward as well. E ..read more

Eight and sixteen years Seventy-six and sunny Boots, spurs and jeans shorts XO Megan ..read more

“Do you have time for a cup of coffee before you leave?” “Yep, I do.” We both need to run. Sitting down for fifteen minutes won’t cost us that much, but it seems so. I feel like we need to stop wasting precious daylight and get out the door. We both have business calling our names, nagging us in different directions and once we walk out that door it will be at a full sprint knowing we won’t see each other again until 9:00 p.m. that night. So, these fifteen minutes are important, and I am going to force myself to savor them. Life is wildly busy, and I hate that. It seems we are constantly runn ..read more

A vomit of thoughts puked onto a page. Don’t try to clean it all up. At times I am woefully lonesome, and lost. I suppose if I think about it, I have always been so. Always searching, to be something, or I should say, someone, great. Worthwhile. A longing, a deep desire, that’s Always been elusive. Maybe it doesn’t exist. Now I know I was never going to measure up. There would always be fault found. A very toxic way to live, I suppose. Trying to measure up to one’s eye’s all the time. Making it a goal of a life’s worth. At least I know now. Knowledge is power. But boy the damage has been done ..read more

One is on a mission to get there. One is slowly poking along. One is trying to turn back. One is trying to start a fight. One is the big hookin’ bull. One is the whipped-out bunch quitter. One is wanting to go his own way, and One is wanting to stop. And when you get there…well, one will be standing in the gate ready to fight. Bulls are fun. Although, they actually were pretty easy to get along with this time. XO Megan ..read more

Winds of change, barrel down mountain slopes, across the plains. Storm clouds blacken the horizon. Bright veins flash, wildly insane. The winds whirl a diabolic charade. A banshee screams her high-pitched wail. The evil one slyly grins with approval, as uncertainty rises without quell The acrid smell of death rides hard atop the tempest’s back. Whippin’ and a spurrin’, fate mobilizes into her foreboding hack. The storm rises to a crescendo. The winds whip and chafe. The evil one blocks the Son and the world staggers in disbelief. Surrounded in swirling dark it seems as if hope is lost. Stay fi ..read more

The quick rundown: -Foggy. It has been incredibly foggy. Today was the first day we saw the sun rise since last Thursday. If that “90 days from fog” saying holds true, then our branding is going to get rained out. It has been so foggy that I may or may not have walked half a pivot in the wrong direction on my way home. Why was I walking, you might ask? Well, the frost had gone out of the ground, the snow melted, and it was muddy. Therefore, we (Ty) got stuck, and we needed a tractor to get us out. In his defense, the tire slipped into a pivot track. Mud was flying, cows were staring, and we we ..read more

Duck and geese chatter filled the night air as we stepped out of the vehicle. What an astonishing sound for the first of February! My thoughts were immediately taken back to the Sandhills, where the plethora of lakes always were overflowing with the sounds of waterfowl. At our home there, we lived in a big house that sat at the edge of a lake where I loved to watch the ducks and geese, mud hens and muskrats, swans, and pelicans swim back and forth throughout the year. With big bay windows only feet from the shoreline it was like looking through at an arboretum of birds! The springtime was my ..read more

The snow that drifted along the shelter belts and what blew deeply into the road ditches from barren fields are all that remain of the snow that fell in December and early January. The snow has turned into running water, either flowing down on to the Republican or collecting down into dams and lagoons. The winter earth has turned back to brown, a welcome color to the dirt blackened white that we have been seeing for the past month. It has been so mild as of the late that the frost could almost be gone out of the ground by this weekend. Something unheard of for this point in the winter. Even th ..read more

The bright morning orb yawns, stretches, and sprawls her limbs across the mauve colored sky. Shoving the January moon precariously over the edge of dawn. XO Megan ..read more