“…Let love and friendship on that day,Hurrah, hurrah!Their choicest pleasures then display,Hurrah, hurrah!And let each one perform some part,To fill with joy the warrior’s heart,And we’ll all feel gayWhen Johnny comes marching home.” –Patrick Gilmore Reminiscing the sweltering days of … Continue reading
Eye-to-Eye Outdoors, the evening calling from frogs long waned,replaced with serenading crickets in excelsis.A mid-summer swap when frogs,still aroundperhaps feeling outnumbered,a few silently snack on insectswhile the rest grant them their loquaciousness.And then there is the blue jay,enchanting us as … Continue reading
Since mid-June, an undulation of spirited cowgirls, always aglow, on and on they shine like poppies left quietly to grow in a field lit of morning sun. Their spark never to eclipse, for they all fend for one another and … Continue reading
All things glorious, our mid-summer groovein clenched fists, looped ropetrailing behind, sauntering coltsupdrift from hoofs, dustcaught in dancing cilia of tiny nostrils, dirta dash into a reprieve from the mid-afternoon sun and not short on words, camp girls in search … Continue reading
I miss the honeysuckle scented air, perhaps it’s ever so special because it bursts out of the crisp spring air like a harmonic symphony and instantly summer vibes saturate the steamy surroundings. The citrus plants also swell oh so boisterously … Continue reading
Even the wind’s whistling halts in mid-air to take heed of the sky beams magnetically drawn to you.Piercing through the hushing air like a monofilament, you remain still.Your arrival inescapable,your unfolding heart everlasting.It’s been a strange, sticky summerit took your … Continue reading
Wherever we find ourselves, we take notice of the extraordinary in the ordinary. This distinct concoction, perhaps a twice and often times thrice a month treat, at our spot of comfort and otherwise wildly curious locale had us from our … Continue reading
“Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers – but like lemmings running headlong to the sea, we are oblivious.” – William Wordsworth. Wordsworth chronicles his spiritual life, his views on his craft and place in the world in his … Continue reading
These foals are thriving, and the herd is expanding, it feels like peak conditions out here on the ranch. Colts and fillies are being birthed and more in the making…can’t keep up with naming these stunning creatures. Fifteen hours of … Continue reading
Please don’t mistaken our summer ennui for blandness or meekness, it’s become apparent that less is more fulfilling then more. Less distractions to induce you, but rather a slipping into a more tender backdrop and connecting with the life forces … Continue reading
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