Home sweet home
Where do I want to live?
Someplace with large open spaces, both inside and out. I grew up on a ranch, I've seen other parts of the world and none of them seem to say "home" to me as much ...
It's because of that first walk in the morning -- right after dawn -- through the dew-laden grass out to the barn.
It's the way Topeka snuffles her morning greeting at me when I'm saddling her.
It's the amazing chaos of a round-up: The noise, the dust, the cries of the cattle, the hands calling to each other.
It's the evening call of the mockingbird settling like peace over a drowsy pasture.
It's the clatter of dishes, the laughter and the joy as everyone gathers around the supper table.
It's all of the above.
And it's something new, something fresh. It's sharing that with someone who I care about more than I thought possible.
Someplace with large open spaces, both inside and out. I grew up on a ranch, I've seen other parts of the world and none of them seem to say "home" to me as much ...
It's because of that first walk in the morning -- right after dawn -- through the dew-laden grass out to the barn.
It's the way Topeka snuffles her morning greeting at me when I'm saddling her.
It's the amazing chaos of a round-up: The noise, the dust, the cries of the cattle, the hands calling to each other.
It's the evening call of the mockingbird settling like peace over a drowsy pasture.
It's the clatter of dishes, the laughter and the joy as everyone gathers around the supper table.
It's all of the above.
And it's something new, something fresh. It's sharing that with someone who I care about more than I thought possible.