Danni and Gramps stopping for a selfie while hiking at Chaco Canyon in New Mexico. Would the ancient Chacoans be snorting their iced tea up their noses at the sight of these aging Okies–sweating profusely and clutching iPhones with no signal–hauling themselves over their ruins? The guess would be yes.
We believe in miracles at the Ranch Pen. Why? Gramps and I have arrived alive back home from a series of excellent adventures in spite of…er–well, let’s just say Gramps comes from farm country where most of us drive around with our blinkers on–or don’t use them at all–go fast and then slow, then even slower, and gawk at the neighbors’ crops and cattle while crossing the center line. We hardly sustain a dent. However, when we get out on the crowded interstates of our great country, gawking at crops and cattle nearly gets old farmer dude AND HIS WIFE killed. So, yes. I believe strongly in miracles. (And if y’all were driving anywhere between Oklahoma and Colorado recently, you should, too.)
The old brains are still adjusting, but I’ll try to blow the dust and cobwebs off the blog in the next few days. Until then, I’m happy to report only one calf died while we were away and he had been sickly from birth, our border collie, Nellie’s, broken leg has vastly improved since her cast removal a few days before our trip, and we got some greatly needed rain.
Nothing more thanks-worthy to Okie cattlemen than rain and green grass in August
Until next time, God bless all y’all and enjoy Steven Curtis Chapman’s Glorious Unfolding.
*This artist doesn’t necessarily endorse my blog, I just love his music