Miss Wornoski and her 31 little readers I love to read. It started very early. Grade one. Miss Wornoski taught me. I don...

Breakfast. One of the three best meals of the day. And especially when one stumbled from bed into the kitchen and realized that Mom ha...

Delores at The Feathered Nest  supplied, for Photo Prompt Monday, this wonderfully peaceful picture of someone asleep in a gazebo. Hmm...

The Great Pumpkin. As he was . . . It started in college. With Snoopy and The Great Pumpkin. Maybe I should explain . . . I love...

Blarney Manor House and Tree My friend, Susan at The Contemplative Cat , posted this deliciously scary picture for Photo Prompt Monday. ...

When the daughter of my Dad's friend brought her future husband to meet her family, this is what her Dad told her. The son-in-law ne...

Follow us! We know the way! Our family was hiking. The Fenlands Walk in beautiful Banff, Alberta. A gorgeous two kilometres of sha...

We are vacationing in Banff, Alberta. To our family, the most beautiful little corner of the world. Smelling the sun-baked pines as ...

Cool, clear water. The Stringam ranch had plenty of it. Soft. Pure. Clean. There was only one thing di stinc tive about it. ...

Cute. Cuddly. And clever! Horses are smart. A little too smart. At times, they are almost human in their need to be entertained. ...

Who knew listening to their music could be so . . . educational. Hey, hey, we're the Monkees And people say we monkey around, But ...

Would you argue with that face? What is it about some people? They can walk into a room and you know, instantly, that they are a for...

See? C.U.T.E. How had I never noticed this before? How long had this been going on? Maybe I should explain . . . I was at the mo...

Tools for tagging and/or causing trouble As the only veterinarian for 100 square miles, Dad was called upon for many different animal ...

My Kitty We had two Jersey milk cows. Jerseys are small, light brown, gentle cattle. With enormous, soft brown eyes. They are a ...

The new ranch, nestled in the Porcupine Hills. When I was seventeen, my Dad sold the Stringam Ranch in Milk River. And bought anothe...

See? Invisible! A Guest Post by Grant Tolley Tourist. The word evokes many images – almost all of them negative – in the mind of a...