Sunday, December 17, 2017
Friday, December 15, 2017
Texas Ranching in the Fall
The haunting song the post oaks sang today as the wind of fresh norther blew on tree tops. Fall was at it's best, how grateful am I to see it's wonder. In woods on the land with cattle.
I know that only a few are chosen to get to feel life this way, God has looked down on me with great favor. The sound of the leaves rustling at my boots and the smell of dirt still damp from last weeks snow. The creak and whine of those oaks as they swayed.
I know that only a few are chosen to get to feel life this way, God has looked down on me with great favor. The sound of the leaves rustling at my boots and the smell of dirt still damp from last weeks snow. The creak and whine of those oaks as they swayed.
Thursday, November 30, 2017
I liked to dance and she didn't like that
I liked to dance and she didn't like that
I wanted to spend time with my family and she didn't like that
I wanted to travel and she didn't like that
I wanted kids and she didn't like that
I wanted her to stay and love her anyway
and she didn't like that
I guess that is about as close to irreconcilable differences you can get, so after fifteen years and life of growing up together we shall now part ways. Was a many of growing pains along the way but that is life. There are no fairy tale ending or happy ever afters. That's why they call them fairy tales because it's not real life.
Not that we couldn't have had a happy married life, but should have prepared more for problems that would come along the way. We should have shared the load of solving problems. Her problems should have been mine and mine hers.
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