From the Ranch

From the Ranch

Friday, December 13, 2013

A Warrior Mother Waits for Her Warrior Son to be Home for Christmas, a Conversation Worth Eavesdropping in On

My friend Judy and her husband served in the military many years before retiring.  I saw for awhile the flag symbol which hung in her window and was her profile picture on facebook, its' history goes back to WWII.  For every loved one you had serving there was a flag with the appropriate number of white stars, which would hang in the window.  

The flag was red when they were actively serving, and the flag had white stars.  If the flag was red with gold stars, you were a gold star mother or wife.  That is an honor no woman ever desired, for that meant your loved one had died in service.  Judy at one time used a red flag with three white stars.  She had a husband and two sons serving.

Her husband has since retired, and one son has completed his service in the Marines.  One son still serves in the Navy, and he hasn't been home in over a year.  The two brothers who are three years apart in age, haven't seen one another in three and a half years.  

Judy's Navy son will be coming in today.  She is excited...  Everyone should pause to thank those serving, and their families as well.  You can't imagine the sacrifice if you have never made it.  Here is a conversation Judy shared on facebook.  It warmed my heart, and the joy and love of Christmas swept over me.  Christmas is about the Christ who was willing to lay down His life for each of us.  That baby Jesus whose birth we celebrate was born to die... for each of us.

 

What is it About Some People

Blue is a horse that my dad would describe as "ornery."


This is her most famous picture, she had been watching the grand-children swinging on this swing set...  It looked like so much fun to her!  So she jumped the fence one day right after they left, and gave it a try... it didn't go as planned.  What in the world would made an animal as large as her think she could swing on a swing set...  I mean I could see a monkey... even a dog maybe... but a horse???  

She has a mind of her own, and she "runs," as in bosses, that pasture.  All the other horses realize she is boss too.  She bows to no one, well no one but Randy.




On her latest adventure she pushed down the back fence and escaped to the neighbor's greener pasture, and it took a couple of hours, a couple of deputy sheriffs, a bucket of feed... which she ignored, Michael and Stephan, and lots of coaching to get her back home.  Once we had walked her down the highway, she wouldn't cross the cattle guard, so we had to go get boards and lay them out, finally about three hours into it, we got her back in the pasture.

Remember I said she bows to no one but Randy, well he got in from Baghdad last night, and this morning he went out to feed the horses.  No more had he gotten out the door, than Ross, the next door neighbor called and said she was down at his place again.  I went out on the porch to wave Randy up to where I was so I could tell him he needed to go get her.  Out of the corner of my eye while I was still talking on the phone to Ross, I see her tearing across the front lawn, run straight back to the tack barn where she had seen Randy from the neighbor's place.

I told Ross she was already home, hung up the phone, and watched as she greeted her friend, coach, and "boss."  She whinnied softly to him, nuzzled him, and otherwise demonstrated her joy at his being home.  He simply opened the gate, (she had once again somehow managed to get out of her halter,) and she trotted in... amazing... simply amazing.

I have always said Randy is the kind of leader who some would follow anywhere, guess that applies to animals as well.  I've got to admit, it made me a little jealous, after all I am here all the time.  I feed her, brush her, treat her wounds when she gets cut going over fences, and otherwise spoil her.  She just looks at me as though I have lost my mind when I try to get her to get with the program, and do what she knows she is supposed to do.  All that had to happen for that to be the case this morning, was for her to get a glimpse of Randy out by the tack barn, and she came rushing home.  Pretty awesome to watch actually.  What is it about that man?  I guess I will just start calling him the horse whisperer.  Animals are such
 an interesting blessing to mankind.  




Thursday, December 12, 2013

I Got Up in the Middle of the Night, Looking for Santa!

I tip-toed into the living room, all was quiet...

The Christmas tree was sparkling in the dark...



Then sure enough... I found him!!!

Santa is in the house!!!


Think I'll go back to bed...
 
 
 

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

More Pictures of My Masterpiece!




Note the cute little hobby horse on springs, 
my grand-children are going to love that!




Sparkling stars, Hobo the Bear, and Beth the Bride sparkling in the tree.







       
                                                              Cute little corner filled with patriotic bears.
                                                    

Look at this cute little black puppy with a pink tongue!




Another sweet bear... can there be too many?
 
The middle of the tree has a cute "Hunter" nut cracker, 
and a pretty hobby horse.
 


Santa with his security detail, the Big Nut Cracker!

Penny is such a beauty in her pretty Christmas dress!

                                                                                                                                                                                There's a Blue Bunny hiding in there!


This guy is Barney Bear, and he is all decked out for Christmas!


 What a happy bear Pappy is!


My little bear Bob is rather a stuffy little bear, but has a heart of gold!



This pink poodle is named Pickles, with her sweet friend Paula. 



Here is Patti the Pony, with a big shiny silver bow for Christmas!



Handsome security forces, on the job each night protecting
Santa and all the gorgeous toys on and around the tree.

 

 Polly is such a gorgeous girl!



Polly is so pretty, I am sure some little girl will pick her !
 

Hellen Keller's Life Produced So Much Wisdom




My roses and other flowers in my garden are freezing every night, 
and remain perfectly preserved each day.