I’m having a hard time uploading any pictures. I find if I wait till too late at night sometimes I have that problem. Maybe I could just leave you with a poem I wrote for my cowboy on his 50th birthday. (He didn’t like being that old and wouldn’t even let me make him a cake.) This was my gift to him.
You’re just as young as you think you are;
if you tell yourself everyday:
“It’s been the long way round, back to square one,
but I’m finally on my way.
I’ve got a good dog, lots of beef to eat,
and the plump little wife, of course.
Why I’ve ended up right where I wanted to be
spending my time on a horse.
I sit down to breakfast each morning,
looking forward to a day in the saddle.
I’m fit and I’m healthy, better looking with age,
although no one sees but the cattle.