Deep in The Heart of Texas

Sunday night at the ranch

Yee  haw!!! When Christopher went off in search of the perfect brisket burrito, we knew it was right here in Fairview, Texas the whole time. I tried to understand how he could leave the Rockin’ P sunsets and the amenities that go along with it. Tom knew this all along and I love him for his patience,  among many other gifts. I am now happy and content to acknowledge the fact that it only took ten years to allow my hopes to outweigh my fears.  Was I really wishing for my children to be like my pets in the pasture chomping on oats and hay, day after day, stopping every so often to give me my daily dose of ecstasy with their smiles? Would I always be thinking that under my vigilant, adoring gaze they would be forever free from harm? Thankfully, they are able to inspire me to see the world through their eyes. The love and pride that I feel for them will allow my creativity to ripen in it’s own time, as I careen over the bumps in the road to enlightenment. Henri Matisse said that “creativity takes courage” Matisse also said “He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back” Thank you, Christopher for being who you are and bringing Annie’s grace and beauty into our lives. Thank-you Peyton for being the catalyst needed for us to appreciate the magic of the future.

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Peggy’s Secret Garden

I had no idea what to expect. I thought it might be dark and a little scary. With the recent storm, how could it be anything but a barren wasteland. I wanted to avoid such a place at all costs. It is far away from here. I hate flying for one thing, so for sure I would have chosen to stay in my own safe paradise to savor the greatness and hold on to my own reality without taking a chance of disrupting my world. Even the worst drought would be better than seeing the weeds that would surely be choking and entangling the garden that had been so lush and beautiful. The good news is that what I saw was a perfect garden that was touched by the wind but not ruined. The roots had been planted too deep and nurtured with too much tenderness to be destroyed. It is a family garden that will thrive and grow stronger with each new day. More good news….We brought back some seeds from this incredible place and have planted them in our own secret garden, but it’s not a secret anymore. Peggy knows.

another day in paradise

another day in paradise

“You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail”

Isaiah 58:11

Oh Brother!

Tracy 6-5-'09I remember how I could not wait for him to be born! That is my earliest memory, nothing important happened before that.  Then finally  the first, the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me in my young life was when he was born….. I have been told that I was a big help since I was already four years old. He was my living doll. When he became more than a wet diaper, he was SOOOO cute and funny! We would tell him “do it” and he would scrunch up his eyes and make tiny little fists (the first Nike commercial was inspired by this) He is still hilarious, but I can’t tell you the funniest stuff,  this is a G rated blog. I’m not sure if he remembers, but I  can only think of one time that we had an argument.  He was about 7 and I was about 11. For sure I forgot what it was about 5 seconds after it happened, but I will never forget that we were both crying and that he wrote me a note saying he was sorry……I can’t repeat some of the awful names he would call me, but he was usually kidding and I am not scarred by that. It’s no co-incidence that I married someone who reminds me of him, but Tom knows better to call me those names.  They both are great husbands, sons, fathers and brothers. They are both handsome and they both look smashing in black!!!!!

Tatoo 6-05-'09

Happy Birthday , little brother!!!!!!!           Many more!!!!!!!!!

Mira La Misma Luna

Disculpa me, por favor….. pero…..My Spanish is a work in progress but mi esposo y yo comunicate con nada problemos and as he says so many times to the customers that speak Spanish at our photo  lab…”No te preocupas por que yo soy hombre muy sincero”This post will make no sense to anyone but us because we are SO far apart tonight and have been since Wednesday morning.One of the most important things that made me fall so deeply in love with him was his deep sense of familia and plus he works ten times harder than men half his age and always has. We Love Spanish music and now I finally understand the meaning of this passage that we  Have heard

“Mira la misma luna”   I hope I can load the awesome photo but anyway when I woke up my first morning away from Tom and saw the beautiful full moon outside our window here in Chicago I

Nosotros miramos la misma Luna

Nosotros miramos la misma Luna

 finally realized that Tom and I were seeing “La Misma Luna!!!” I can’t wait to see it again when we are together!!!

You’re Nobunny ‘Til Somebunny Loves You

A giant rabbit danced with me at our wedding. (Actually a man in a bunny suit) Bunnies had always been a cuddly pet of mine, while we lived in the city. Living on a ranch for the last 12 years, I had almost given up on having anything as a pet that slightly resembles Coyote food. We thought our chickens were safe until one night we were surprised to see a team of possums and raccoons probing their paws through the tiny openings of their cage. We since have secured our aviary, so when my cousin asked me to adopt his not too cuddly bunny, I at least thought he would be safe. You could not catch him, much less cuddle with him, but we kept him well fed and safe. He had a huge 12 x 12 foot home that Tom had built for our menagerie of ducks that were now free flying around the ranch. Our bunny was happy and content until one day, I forgot to close the door of his “house”. We looked everywhere, calling him, not that he would come if he heard us. He was wild and I thought that it was hopeless, although we walked around the barn for hours calling “Binky” until it was almost dark. I went into the house, trying not to think about how scared our little bunny must be out on his own for the first time in his short little life. Then I realized I hadn’t seen our Golden Retriever, Sunny, since I had first started looking for Binky. Great, I thought, maybe they both took off on an incredible journey…or more likely, Sunny had found her and was tossing her up into the air like she has done with numerous critters that she loves to “play” with, including gophers, squirrels and once, even a ring tailed cat. So now, I was calling Sunny and worrying about her. She was hardly ever away from my side so this was really beginning to worry me.

oil painting on canvas

oil painting on canvas


Peyton and I were getting ready to find Sunny when we looked out the window to see her sitting at the gate to the barn.. It was too far away to tell, but it looked like a lifeless form was beside her. I breathed a deep sigh as I walked out the door with a small box to bury Sunny’s latest chew toy. She sat there proudly as usual next to her prize, but this time our Golden girl had something to really be proud about. Binky was very much alive and content to sit beside her search and rescue dog. She was completely unharmed and for the first time let me pick her up. The look in Sunny’s eyes told it all.

Body Talk

 

What did you say?

What did you say?

 

 

Horses just KNOW. The ears are a good indicator and an early warning signal to their buddies and enemies. My alpha mare may have delicate little Arabian ears, but she knows how to use them. My herd of ten thrive in their established pecking order. The head honcho always has the advantage in a pasture situation at feeding time. He/she will be first in line at the trough and last to leave. They earn that right by being the sharpest tools in the shed. My small 15 year old Welsh Mountain pony gelding is about as even as can be with my 27 year old  15 hand Arabian mare. They have a 100 acre pasture to establish their hierarchy and the others respect their space. In the horse world, at least the one that I observe 24/7, their are no miscommunications. There are no conversations like “Well, it’s probably the bridle that makes your nose look so big” or ” Sarita said that your mane looks like a smurf with a mohawk”. It’s just cut and dried with them. It’s basic survival skills with these guys. My food, my Mom, my barn and your poop smells. The sad part is that our own signals can upset a perfectly balanced herd environment. Whether or not they are kept in a 10×10 foot stall or blessed to be in horse heaven in a lush pasture, just seeing the way you carry the bucket as you sling the feed at them or maybe give a little jab with the pitch pork as you shovel the hay into the manger. They see it in your eyes and they know that you love them ….or you don’t. I have dear friends that are leaving their cherished pets behind and grieving before they say good bye, then there are those who dump them with others to care for them because they would rather not deal with them. It is not enough to have food and water, they need to know that they are loved by you. We have taught them to depend on us. Horses are just as aware of love and hate as a purring kitten or a cuddly puppy. To be continued…….

I’m Too Spooky For Myself

Spooky loves the attention. She is the smallest and easiest to carry around. She never has to walk anywhere…

 

Got my bear, got my Spooky

Got my bear, got my Spooky

Sleep tight, don’t let the bugs bite. Or better yet….let’s just watch movies all night !!!!!!!

 

Jannie

Jannie

Let’s watch Lassie again. Shrek is much too scary for me!

 

Don't worry Noche will watch over us all night

Don't worry Noche will watch over us all night

I don’t like thunder or loud noises from the TV, but I love everybody and everything…..I am a happy camper, as long as I have my family. I even accidently got closed in the pantry last night. I didn’t make a peep. I thought that’s where you wanted me to be. Maybe I did something bad that I couldn’t remember…..You were SO glad when you found me. Every day I learn more and more how much you love me!