I think God must be a cowboy at heart
‘Cause he made wide open spaces from the start.
He made grass, and trees, and mountains
And a horse to be a friend
And trails to lead old cowboys home again.
(c) 1994
It’s summertime, which means I’m home. But not only in an emotional and spiritual way, but physically as well. My “home home” if you will. The good ole Diamond G. Our setup isn’t fancy, and it isn’t a lucrative business. We only have 360-odd acres of pasture and field acres, and only about 60 head of cattle. Depending on where you’re from that might be a lot or just barely a herd. But home is, well I wrote it out like this.
Home Is
Home is where the sunrise and sunset can be seen
with nothing but trees in the way
Home is where showers are a necessity
not just part of the routine
Home is animals of every kind
young and old and big and small
Home is working all day long
and there’s always a new project to find
Home is family and happiness
but also struggles and fighting
But everyone knows we wouldn't trade it for anything
because home is where your heart is.
I know this is a short blog, but I hope this gives everyone a glimpse into where I call home :)
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| My loves: Max, Emma Swan, Smudge, and Baby Boop |
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Our buddy Gus, who is now
grazing the greenest of pastures. |
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| I can see for miles! (kind of) |
