“But who are you married to?” the older woman asked again.
“The German across the road,” I said for the third time.
She shook her head and frowned.
“He’s my husband,” I insisted.
She stared at me. “But . . .”
She just couldn’t believe that I, a white woman, was married to a German.*Read More »
“Are you ready to search for the blue heron?” I asked my daughter.
Thekla narrowed her eyes and looked warily out the open garage door.Read More »
A Texas Ranching Adventure: Chicken EmployeesDefinition of chicken moat: a double-fenced area surrounding a garden where chickens are allowed to roam and feed, thus creating a bug-free zone.
Driving through the dark on a Texas highway, I shone the flashlight at my book and read:
“Chickens can be decidedly stupid about finding their home after it’s been moved.Read More »
Behind our ranch house and across a dry creek bed was a long rectangular pasture. There was something strange in that place—it could be felt.
Driving through the dark towards our small ranch, my husband at the wheel, I shone the flashlight on the page and read:
“The decision to depend on horses or mules in harness for farm work, logging or highway work . . . should not be taken lightly. . . Read More »
Simba, the Ranch CatOn our ranch, some visitors were less corporeal than others. Simba the cat was made more of spirit than blood and fur.Read More »
A Texas Ranching AdventureTwo friends who are young British math PhD’s were fascinated to learn more about the years my husband and I traded urban chic for ranching. Here’s the beginning.Read More »
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