We’ve gathered cattle, sold cattle, butchered cattle, sold meat, cut firewood, cut timber, hoed weeds, fed hogs, horses and chickens and our bulls, entertained family and friends, swam in the falls countless times and snuck away once to backpack for a few days and had another overnight camping adventure with all five of our wonderful grandsons. Plus, let us not forget, never can we forget, the never ending list of things that break that have to get fixed. This list doesn’t even take into account Mark’s side business.
The buckeyes are the herald of the changing of seasons; first to leaf in spring and first to lose in fall. They are almost barren. The wet season is coming and with it time will slow down. We will slow down.
I think I will peruse my summer snapshots and post a few to help us remember the golden days of summer.
Little cattlemen watering the herd
Little loggers
Summer Skies ( we only had a handful of smokey days even though it seems like the west is all on fire!)
Feeding and hugging on hogs
Camping in the Redwoods
Backpacking in the Trinity Alps
Summer sunsets
Daily doses of beauty
Golden prairies and happy cows
Swimming at the falls.
Looking through my phone’s photos I realize this summer has most often been filled with grandsons. I’ve also learned that I don’t snap many photos of all the work. Mark keeps reminding me I need to go get some photos of him and our sons logging. Maybe I’ll do that right now.
Remember your days of summer on this Labor Day weekend.
Fish On!
