Fixing fence is the one of the hardest jobs on a ranch. I no longer live on a ranch, but I do know what hard work is. Fences are everyone's concern, but nowadays,the "hole" is always your neighbor's side not your own. It used to be that you would respect your neighbor and mend the fence together. If their cows got in your field, a simple phone call resolved the problem. You might even saddle up your own horse and help them gather them up. We need more people who are willing to roll their sleeves up and fix the fence regardless of who your neighbor is. There are people in this country who need to be reminded that a fence is like the way you should conduct your life. Your posts should be straight and neat. The wire needs to be stretched tight and your gate might be closed, but can still be easily opened. And most of all, we can all saddle up together and ride the range, it won't matter if you have an Appaloosa, Quarter Horse or Thoroughbred. The cows still have to be gathered, fences have to be fixed, and the range is a wide open space of opportunity for us all.

Living in the World of Snow

Posted Monday, February 25, 2013, at 11:37 PM

I miss the sagebrush.

February has been very naughty to the Land of Missouri these past few days. We have endured what has being called a "Thunder Snowstorm". Nearly 12 inches of snow fell last Thursday across the Plains.

Being the foolish and dedicated employee that I am. I went to work on Thursday morning. I am so thankful that Mr. Taylor, who was our Driver's Education instructor, taught us to drive in the snow, because by 9:00 A.M, the snow was up past my knees on the road.

Trail-Blazing in a 1991 Ford Escort is not for sissies. I plugged along praying for green-lights so that I would not have to stop and run the risk of getting stuck. The RPMS on my trusty little Ford got a work-out at times. I must confess to running a couple stop-lights and saying a few comments that was neither gracious or edifying.

Our winters are usually mild, but February seems to take delight in spoiling our hopes of greeting Miss Spring.

The party last week was so much fun for February, that an encore performance is being planned for tomorrow. People are celebrating by grabbing every loaf of bread from the grocery store shelves and milk has been limited to one gallon per customer. Snow shovels are an endangered species as well as gloves and sleds and bags of ice-melt.

The month of February is a sly one. We are all looking forward to the winds of March and leaving Winter behind, but that Darn February has been sneaking in cold fronts and warm fronts to battle each other right smack dab in the middle of the country!

Sigh! I am resigned that I will just have to continue implementing all the lessons that I learned in Driver's Education. Mr. Taylor's legacy of calm and good sense lives on with this Idaho Girl.

Keep safe and warm everyone. It is the last week of February's cruel little jokes. (I hope).

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Be safe Bonnie !

-- Posted by jessiemiller on Tue, Feb 26, 2013, at 9:01 AM
Beautiful Pic

-- Posted by ktlm on Tue, Feb 26, 2013, at 9:10 AM
I borrowed it from one of my friends on facebook.

-- Posted by KH Gal on Tue, Feb 26, 2013, at 10:42 AM

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