Walls full of pithy sayings
And, finally, the picture that caused Gramps to hurt himself laughing, but which is also a serious crime against tired women everywhere who inadvertently sit down beneath that sign
(And, yes…bad as I hate to admit it, that is ol’ Danni resting her eyes at the end of a long day)
Until next time, God bless all y’all and…grouches of the world let us unite! If we try hard enough we can wake up and find a way to make canned cheese taste even worse than it already does. While we are contacting our local yellowish plastics company for help, enjoy The Johnson Mountain Boys with Alison Kraus doing a song about an old cowperson called Let Me Rest.[youtube.com/watch?v=m_hL4YHV1p0]
*These artists don’t necessarily endorse the blog, but I love ’em anyway.
Over the weekend, Gramps and I drove to Oklahoma City where in our countrified way we sought to better our minds with some culture at the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum.
The two sculptures above are worth the visit, but we happened to stumble into the cowboy museum while the Walter Ufer exhibit was featured and I’m happy we did.
A lot of Walter Ufer’s paintings feature pueblo people of the southwest in the early part of the last century, particularly around Taos, New Mexico.
As a horse person, I naturally like his paintings that include horses. And he captures the lights, shadows and colors of the desert southwest so well.
I’ll leave everyone to draw their own conclusions about this, but he seemed to be quite fond of…well…himself. He painted a number of self-portraits.
Then we entered the Allan Houser and his students collection of Native American art. Allan Houser was an Apache and an amazing sculptor and painter.
Then we moved on to the permanent art collection which features my favorite painting by artist Tom Lovell.
And another favorite by Wilson Hurley of the Grand Canyon. (I am not entirely sure of the title on this painting, so I apologize if I didn’t get it right.)
Then we entered the Prix De West gallery which is full of the most amazing western art known to man.
(One of the best times in my whole life-span was spent riding mules into the Grand Canyon for two days, so when an artist captures that breath-taking view with paint, I am in awe. I don’t believe in reincarnation, but if I did, I would want to come back as an ol’ gal tough enough to pack mules up and down the Kaibab trail every day. Absolutely amazing.)
What unbelievable talent.
Then finally, one of my top ten favorite western artists, Tim Cox. He’s never painted anything I didn’t love.
(We are in a severe drought situation and all our pastures are short. Gramps said, “Wow. That looks like pretty good pasture to me.”)
Well, that concludes the tour. Hope you enjoyed. Until next time, God bless all y’all.
A Southwest Oklahoma Sunset With Wheat Elevators On The Horizon
But Can She Shear Sheep?
Well, my vote for Miss Universe was ignored and Miss New Zealand–featured in the post, This Miss Universe Has My Vote–lost out to Miss Venezuela. Did Miss Venezuela’s skill set include sheep shearing? Doubtful. Nevertheless, life goes on and since the sunsets this time of year are real beauty pageants, we’ll undertake to survive the disappointment.
Until next time, God bless all y’all and enjoy my new favorite a capella singer, David Wesley singing Whom Shall I Fear (The God Of Angel Armies).
*This artist doesn’t necessarily endorse my blog, I just like him.
Sunflowers in the ditches–a sure sign of fall
Another sign of fall–getting ready to plant triticale [trit-uh-kaylee]. (Or you can just say it like it looks [trit-uh-kale], which is what most Okie farmers do.) Our seed comes in those giant bags (above), and each weighs approximately 2000 lbs. Triticale is a hybrid cross of wheat and rye. It grows quickly and produces lots of forage for grazing and hay production. We usually plant it in late August, but the soil conditions were too hot and dry this year.
Moving the grain planter–or grain drill, as we call it–to another field. We use what is known as the no-till method of farming, which means we don’t plow. We use herbicide to kill the vegetation on the fields and the no-till drill is designed to cut through the dead vegetation and plant the seeds. No-till farming is considered environmentally friendly for many reasons–which I will explain in the comments if anyone is dying to know–but the main reason Gramps and I no-till is because it is more profitable to our situation.
After the triticale, comes winter wheat planting. Like triticale, we also use wheat for winter cattle grazing. An auger takes the wheat seed from the grain bin up to the truck. The seed stream has a pinkish tint from the chemical we use to treat the seed. The treatment is very expensive, but keeps bugs and grubs from eating the seed–and later the young roots–in the ground. (If any of the guys want to know, that’s a 1963 model GMC truck. We also have a 1964 model, but the one above is the cream-puff of our elderly fleet.)
The sun setting behind Oklahoma grain elevators
And finally, one of the best things about fall in southwest Oklahoma–the amazing sunsets.
Until next time, God bless all y’all and enjoy The Purple Hulls tearin’ up Higher Ground.
*These artists don’t necessarily endorse my blog, I just like ‘em.