Friends

“Friends are angels whose wings lift you up when yours have forgotten how.”

I am often amazed at why anyone would ever read a blog about an old lady. I’ve thought, folks like the horses, or they like the dogs, or the cowboying part is interesting to them, or they like sharing in our way of life. What ever it is that has drawn you here I’m thankful.

It’s been kind of a solitary life. I’m around cows way more than I am ever around people and I think my social skills have never been that good anyway.

There is lots about me that seems out of place in what I do. This is kind of odd to say, but I had the kind of education a rich girl would get: speaking French, knowing about Art History, reading great Literature, able to talk about Astronomy, Psychology, Nutrition, Paleontology, liberal arts they call it. Not much call for any of that on the back of a horse (and the cows don’t care).

So friends for me are kind of at a premium: my kids, Crystal and Jazlyn, my winter boss Laura. That’s been about it. But now there is you, all of you (new and old, younger and older) who come here and check on me and what’s going on here. I don’t know how to tell you how much I appreciate your friendship. I just want you to know your wings often lift me up.

Thank you.