If I weren’t me, I would be jealous.
I spent today day working at the Holland Ranch with Ty VN. On the drive from Reed Station to the Holland headquarters, Ty and I visited about the Lord and what He’s been doing in our lives. Ty and his family are settling into their new life at the Roseberry house, and they sold the rest of their meadow hay.
To start the morning off, I rode my favorite caballo, the Van Normans’ home-raised 4-year-old roan stud, “JP Colonel’s Pistol.” That horse is a day at the beach with a margarita in each hand. He’s cowy, built to hold a Weatherly saddle tree, kind, and good-lookin’ to boot.
The ground completely thawed today, so no equine ice skating! Yay! I ditched my wild rag before noon and wore my cowboy boots all day. I did wear my super-duper Cabela’s Wind Sheer-lined 100% wool winter-can-go-fly-a-kite sweater, though, so that was partly why I was so warm. I cheated 🙂
For the afternoon’s activities, I rode Ty’s 11-year-old bridle horse, “Rambler.” He’s built like a pocket knife blade and plenty leggy, so a very comfy ride. Sure was easy to smile trottin’ through a meadow ridin’ that particular sorrel.
So the horseflesh was superb, but the cattle….oy, why must they be all black? The first calf heifers stood in the gate. Sniffed the gate post. Turned around and bawled as they ran toward the icy river.
Then someone shows up driving a tractor towing a flatbed trailer with remnants from the morning’s feeding, thinking he’d be helpful and chum the heifers down the lane ahead of us. All he did was jam the whole bunch behind a bridge.
God invented farmers so cowboys could practice their patience skills.
But, I won’t let that ruin my overall evaluation of the day: divine. Good horses, good company, good thaw, good Basque-o cookin’ at the end of the day….can’t beat that with a stick!