One Thousand Cows

September 30, 2011 by
Sometimes I don’t think I can love Idaho more than I do.
Then I go on a cattle drive with, quite literally, one thousand cows and about fifty cowboys and cowgirls keeping those bovine babes on the straight and narrow…
and then I love it a little more than I did before.

Here are some moments I captured this morning:

Filed Under: cowboys, cowgirls, free range cattle ranching, idaho
September 29, 2011 by
Today.
Today I feel:

-thin, but pretty
-loved and cherished
-elegant and long of limb
-intelligent
-ebullient, but soft
-soulful
-thoughtful
-wound loosely around the soft white bark of turning aspens
-like a chorus of cat call, wolf howl and chickadee song
-here but there, there but not
-forgiving and forgiven
-replete with potential but hinging on promises, promises that will be kept, steady with trust
-so sure of the good work that is being done in me
-positively rich, glad despite my poorness, made merrily thankful by my steady income
-one day older than I was yesterday
-bone young, soul ancient
-strong of spirit and shining smile
-that nothing can ever truly be lost


How about you?

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Filed Under: general rambling
September 27, 2011 by
I’m so far from home.
Home is always so near at hand!
Remember when this was green?

While in that wheat field, I gleaned.
One of those gleaned wheat heads was cast this morning and turned into this ring.
The Ruth Ring.
You can see it in the shop now!

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Filed Under: farming, idaho, Saskatchewan, wheat
September 26, 2011 by

Last night I sat in the banana rocking chair on the edge of a hill in a fragrant Douglas fir stand with a good book and a glass of wine while I watched the sun fall West — it was pure golden heaven.
The air was crisp.
At 8000 feet, the leaves are spinning their autumnal 
tones and I feel perpetually romantic deep down in my soul.

After a merry dinner on the edge of a small blaze  
we slept with the side door open on Talulah and sometime in the middle of the night,
I woke up to the sound of some species of beastie sniffing and snuffing about the entrance of our rig.  I wasn’t afraid because the sniffing and snuffing sounded somewhat delicate and I thought to myself, “It could be nice to have a small silver fox under the blankets with me!“
Later I woke again when a soft rain began to fall all around.
Then, before I knew it, morning had broken
and a new day dawned.
Just another perfect sleepover in Talulah.
We wish you could have come for coffee —
hope your weekend was nifty!
x

https://www.thenoisyplume.com/blog/2011/09/26/1103/

Filed Under: camping, talulah
September 23, 2011 by

Indian summer.
I’m breathing deeply.
My soul is continuously taking my body outside,
the indoors aren’t expansive enough to hold me.
The final wave of wildflowers is blooming 
on the slopes above the house.  This is the last gasp of summer.
Robert is coming home tonight.
His fire season is finished.  The next six cold months are ours.
Little does he know, he’s my eternal summer.
The flowers will quit here,
but something inside of me blooms steadily
when I’m in his presence — something bursts into color in my heart, always, just for the knowing of him.
Have a good weekend, you.
x

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Filed Under: summer was eternal, we made it
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