On The Farm

1.  It’s peaceful and quiet.

2.  The sunrise.  No buildings to hide it’s beauty.

3.  The sunset.  Ditto.

4.  I can see the sky … all of it.

5.  Wide, open spaces.

6.  It’s a stress relief.

7.  Animal sounds.

8.  The storm clouds are fantastic.

9.  My kids can go outside to play with no worries.

10.  It’s just us and God’s beautiful creation.  I can breath Him in and let the whole world out!


A bit of Farmgirl advice: never let a horse step on your foot!


While I was saddling Pete, Nick stepped backwards and got me good. I yelled. It hurt. I had to excuse myself for a brief moment,but I finished saddling Pete and rode about 30 minutes anyway. As you can imagine, I was kind of glad when dark came.

I was relieved when I took off my boot and there was no blood … it’s a lot easier to handle when there’s no blood. Me and my ice pack became good friends until bedtime.  The upside?  At least he didn’t mar the paint job!

Careful in the barn, My Fellow Farmgirls! Always watch your toes.

Love and Farmgirl Hugs,


*This summer night

*My job at the school so I can have summers off

*Time to trim the dead branches off my rose bushes (this is usually a Fall time activity.  I’m a little late … or a little early – I think I like the latter excuse better)

*The beautiful sunset on our 37 almost-paid-for acres

*The crescent moon hanging in the sky reminding me of God’s awesome Presence and that He loves me more than the moon and stars

*A son who will run around the yard in his bare feet because he can

*A stickerless yard so my son can run around in his bare feet

*My daughter and husband riding their horses in the pasture

*My daughter realizing her horse dreams at such a young age

*My kids throwing water balloons at each other after dark.

*My neighbor’s fireworks display

*A lawn chair to sit and watch my neighbor’s fireworks display

*My husband grabbing an extra chair and coming to enjoy the fireworks with me

*The peace the night sky brings

This was my evening.  I hope you enjoyed yours where ever you may be.

Love and Farmgirl Hugs,


P.S.  This was my blog from a week and a half ago.  I’m a little late getting it posted, but wanted to share our wonderful evening with you.  I guess I should blog about procrastination!

After the longest and coldest winter known to Oklahoma followed by the hottest and driest summer since the dust bowl, we had to sell off some of our cows.  We just didn’t have the hay to feed them through the winter and you know how cows like to eat!  Then we sold all the calves and after that there wasn’t enough left to worry about.  So regretfully, we sold the last bunch.

Now, not to complain, but there are things I’m not going to miss about having cows …  like the bull getting out in the yard and leaving piles everywhere and gigantic hoof imprints in the yard after a rain, or coming home and finding that they’ve broken through fences to get where they aren’t supposed to be (and Lyn being out of town – guess who gets to fix everything – and dinner!).

But there are a lot of things I will miss;  the soft sound of cows munching grass on a quiet summer evening, seeing their silhouette against the sunrise, their quiet contentment (that they sometimes have – see fence comment above) and, of course, these guys …

Alas, someday we will begin another herd, but for now we are moving into the next phase of our lives … building a house!  And that, my friends, will be another story!

Love and Farmgirl Hugs,


During a recent expedition to Southwestern Oklahoma, Nick spent a spell in a pen at a friends house.  Somehow, unbeknownst to us, Nick got a gash on his right shoulder.  Now, horses have a tendency to freak out every now and again.  It’s just what horses do.  You just hope they don’t hurt themselves … or you.  Well, Nick hurt himself.  I’ve posted pictures so you can see what a nasty gash it is, but if you have a weak stomach, I don’t suggest looking at them.  Horses heal from the inside out so the cut will stay open until it heals.  We are washing it out every morning and evening and putting medicine on it.  It’s actually looking a lot better.  I’m sure glad I get scabs!

Ok, I’m showing you the far away picture first.  We’ll work up to the gross stuff.

Closer …

Closer …

Pretty gross, huh?  These pictures were taken before we washed it out.  After the cut was cleaned it looked a lot better.  But if I showed you pictures of a clean cut … where’s the fun in that?  I’m glad God designed bodies of all kinds to heal.  His creations are simply magnificent, even if you have to go through the gross stuff to see it.

Love and Farmgirl Hugs,


Sometimes in cattle, as with people, it becomes necessary to help babies be born.  We were not expecting to have to, but occasionally nature needs a little … pull.

We had been waiting on our last calf of the season to be born for about a week and a half when I got a call from  my husband.  He was in the pasture with the kids and needed me to come quick.  The calf was coming, but the cow was having trouble.  Lyn was sure he had seen that the calf’s tongue was swollen, indicating that the calf had suffocated in the birth canal and was surely dead.  But either way, dead or alive, the calf had to come out … Mama had to survive.  So we drove her to the coral on foot  and let me tell you … cows can run fast even when they’re in labor.  I quickly realized just how out of shape I am.

Once we got her in the chute my husband reached in and put the pulling chains around the calf’s front feet.  Mama had stopped pushing so it was all up to us.  I began to say a prayer.  “Please, God, don’t let him have seen a swollen tongue.  Please let this little calf survive.”  I didn’t want to lose another calf.  He pulled, but the calf wouldn’t budge.  So he tied his rope to the chain and leveraged it around himself.  He leaned back and we watched as the little calf slowly emerged and slapped to the ground.

My kids and I are standing there with our mouths open.  This is our first time to see a calf being pulled, but thankfully, Lyn had done this before.  He told me to  grab the calf’s back legs, so I climbed the railing and reached over for the feet.  She was heavy and not just a little slimy.  We swung the little calf back and forth a little trying to clear the airway.  When we put her on the ground I was extremely overjoyed and very thankful when her little ears started to twitch.  What a beautiful sight!  She was fine!  We pulled her under the fence into the pen and let Mama go.  We quickly vacated the area so Mama could do what she does without us getting in the way.

Whew!  We breathed a sigh of relief, I said a prayer of thanksgiving and we went to the house.  Another successful day on the farm.

My friends, there are several nevers in life; never lose faith, never cease to see the beauty in all things and never, never underestimate the power of prayer.

Love and Farmgirl hugs,


I have never in all my three calving seasons (ok, maybe that’s not long … but I’ve really never seen it … maybe Ree has … but I haven’t!) seen what I saw yesterday.  My husband used to work for OSU on the purebred range and he’s never seen anything like it either.  We look across the pasture to see that #14 just had her calf.  Yea … wonderful … life is great … but wait, there’s more.  #6 is trying to steal her calf!  Lyn goes up the hill to see just what in sam hill is going on.  #6 is in labor trying to have her calf at the same time and thinks that #14’s calf is hers.  So #6 is trying to lead #14’s calf off and is actually letting it nurse her … which isn’t good because her colostrum is for HER baby.  Calf confusion … what do you do?  Well, in hind sight … which is usually the best sight … too bad we can’t have it first … we should have just left the situation alone, however, we did not.

Long story short … some fancy truck driving and gate swinging later the two cows are separated and #14 has her own calf which is doing just fine.  #6 is freaking out and going crazy … she lays down and has her calf, which was super cool to watch, but is so riled up that we believe she wouldn’t let the calf nurse … or at least not enough.  So now we have one good calf, one weak calf and one crazy mama.  Maybe we should have left good enough alone, but there’s that hind sight.

Only time will tell about this little bull calf.  If he doesn’t nurse today we’ll have to force feed him to save his life.  In any case, though, the Lord will provide.

See, my life isn’t all sunshine and sunflowers, but it sure is interesting!

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