My Dad's hands. And Mine. Look closely. They tell you everything. Hands tell everything. I remember sitting in Church beside my dad...

See what I mean? Pic from: horseforum.com At sixteen, I made my first foray into the wide, exciting world of horse trading. It wasn...

My first/George's third birthday party. Notice the bull and matador. How come I didn't have toys like that? My favourite toys ...

Wraith - His usual location We are a theatrical family. And by that, I mean that we are deeply involved in theatre. Not that we are pron...

Tangmere. History makes me cry.    (bbc.uk.co picture) Reading my good friend, Joanne's wonderful blog (Cup on the Bus: Old Stories...

 . . . or something similar. You've heard the stories from the past where kids had to walk to school through eight feet of snow. Uph...

Does this look delicious to you? Yeah, me either . . . My Mom had a magic cupboard in her bathroom. It was full of wonderful little bott...

Art isn't always found on display. And real artists don't necessarily work in a studio. A true work of art . . . On a ranch, fen...

Approach carefully. It's tricky! On a ranch, there are gates. Many gates. In the corrals, big gates made of long, wooden boards. Tha...

Little Brother. Afterwards. Ranches are dangerous playgrounds. My Dad was in the blacksmith shop. And wherever Dad went, we kids trailed...

Busy, cold day. So, for you, my loyal readers, a repost: The Cow Made Me Do It! At least one of us was a lady . . . It was hot! I w...

Ha! I KNEW it was going to snow! “Look to the cows,” said Dad, the wise, “And you will come to realize, That by their actions, you can t...

Admit it. This is terrifying. Debbie's family lived on a ranch not far from ours. Her father had worked for my parents as a young m...

Okay. This IS rocket science. Have you ever done anything dumb? I mean really, really dumb? I'm not saying that I have but . . . Oka...

I know it's hard to tell, but there are differences . . . My husby and I were just finishing supper. The doorbell rang. He went to a...

Muffy. With our eldest son, Mark For over thirty years, our family raised Old English Sheepdogs. We love them. They come as little, furr...