I do have to say I wouldn't trade this western life for anything. I love the smell of sage after a good summer rain, the feel of a colt just learning how to turn back a cow, the sounds of bawling calves and yells for the iron. I'm most comfortable in a good set of chinks and my worn out boots, with the sound of my spurs scuffing the barn floor. My saddle is my choice of seating compared to a spot in an Opra hall. My make-up is made up of the dust from following a few hundred head of cattle. My jewelry is made up of silver from a bit maker and my best peice is hanging in my horse's mouth with a floral tooling only a cowboy could admire. My favorite books are not printed yet told by a few buckaroos while having a high-ball after a day of branding. I'd rather see myself to the ground of a round corral coming off a bronc-y colt than sitting in a classroom hearing what has or is to happen after I experienced what I prefer to. Hearing from an old horse trader.."You have to be a lady before your a cowboy"..I do believe he was right. There's always a place for a little glam in your life. You just have to find your calling and which hat looks prettier...

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

"Ride the High Country, see through God's eyes.
Ride the desert, feel God's strength.
Ride the prairies, hear God's voice."
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