Life Is Simple
I’ve always found it interesting to observe how some people will react so differently to the same situation, based solely on that person’s upbringing, life experiences and background.
Across the Fence
March certainly rolled in like a lion across the Ozarks with high winds, hail and thunderstorms, but I hope the month will, as the old saying goes, go out like a lamb.
Freshly Picked
On the day I turned 16, I recall having a pride-wounding bicycle wreck on my way to my parents’ office. It was a foreshadowing of what type of motor vehicle driver I would evolve into. A terrible one. Driver’s education wasn’t available in our small town. I had already earned a bad-driving reputation with my family. After driving the riding mower into a fence, I don’t think either of my parents were eager to get in a vehicle with me driving. My mom eventually did. We made each other a nervous mess. Eventually I got the hang of it and they turned me loose in dad’s old blue GMC pick-up truck. I cannot say I didn’t have a few bumps and a minor crash (or two) along the way. Every time I made a mistake (one of many) my parents let me know I’d disappointed them. They always let me try again, and again and again. It was probably a happy day for them when I was no longer on their auto insurance policy.
Life Is Simple
The newcomer’s hat looked a little out of place, alongside those of the locals at the morning gathering spot. The regulars had been meeting, daily, at the rural café for many years, to enjoy a good cup of coffee, socialize and attempt to solve the world’s problems. Their sweat-stained and manure-speckled lids lined the hat rack inside the entrance to the eatery, so the newcomer’s recently purchased 10X beaver shined like a diamond in a mule’s….
Across the Fence
March certainly rolled in like a lion across the Ozarks with high winds, hail and thunderstorms, but I hope the month will, as the old saying goes, go out like a lamb.
Life Is Simple
The newcomer’s hat looked a little out of place, alongside those of the locals at the morning gathering spot. The regulars had been meeting, daily, at the rural café for many years, to enjoy a good cup of coffee, socialize and attempt to solve the world’s problems. Their sweat-stained and manure-speckled lids lined the hat rack inside the entrance to the eatery, so the newcomer’s recently purchased 10X beaver shined like a diamond in a mule’s….
Across the Fence
Do you know Bo? I’m sure many of you are thinking, “Bo who?”
Freshly Picked
I realize we are a good month away from the official change of seasons. This spring-like February has been amazing! Our family has been busy sorting things this month. It started with sorting calves. We sorted heifers and steers, and opted to send the steers to the sale barn. My husband also included one of our red heifers for the sale. When I asked him why, he said she didn’t go with his black Angus herd. If that’s not discrimination, folks, I don’t know what is. I thought she was pretty but she was sorted into the “sell herd” anyway.
Life Is Simple
Like anyone with a computer or smartphone, I occasionally enjoy watching humorous videos on the Internet.
Across the Fence
Do you know Bo? I’m sure many of you are thinking, “Bo who?”
