Monthly Archives: July 2014


One thing about Facebook JARW friends is that they often see pictures that the rest of you don’t see if you aren’t on Facebook.  Thus I want to share a few of my favorite recent pictures with you that I posted on Facebook.

Here is the Wild Child standing in a field of haybet barley.  This picture was in the third week of June.  The barley was cut a week ago on July 20th.
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Trailers hooked and ready to go.  One will haul horses and the other will be used to bring home some bulls that were injured. 2014-07-09 12.46.05

We love USA Beef! 🙂  2014-07-09 12.46.18

My raking help needed a potty break.  Doesn’t every one rake hay in a mini skirt?2014-07-10 20.22.20

Home away from home.  2014-07-10 21.09.48

Until next time— JARW

A Day in the Life

Our days and nights have been filled with haying.  I did take off one afternoon and head to our friend’s wedding, and then stayed overnight for an impromptu family reunion as eight of my nine siblings also attended.  It was awesome.  Pine got to the house at 11:30 a.m. after baling since 8 p.m. the evening before.  He headed to bed for a nap while we headed to the wedding.  He needed some sleep.  My raking duties have been taken over by Cass, our 17-yo.  I’m loving the other stuff I’m getting done— laundry, cleaning, practicing with the Wild Child.  Oh– sleep.  Yeah.  Loving that, too.

Checking Hay

The sweet clover is out of control this year.  Many people like sweet clover, and while I agree the smell is glorious, we are not so fond of it.  More about that in a later post.  We measured the Wild Child so you could get a true mental picture of how tall it really is.  She is 3 feet 9 inches.  There are patches much taller than this.IMG_4408

Bales on an alfalfa field. IMG_4412

I trimmed some branches in the yard and found these babies.  They are actually right at eye level and right outside the Wild Child’s window.  We loved watching them grow.  They “flew the nest” on Monday. IMG_4419

For the love of grass…  what an amazing year.

For The Love of Grass

Until next time… JARW


Random Tractor Thoughts

MultiThinkingAnyone who has spent a lot of time in a car, in a tractor, on the back of a horse, or just a lot of time alone can appreciate the fact that there are lots of random thoughts that can run through your brain.  Some of them leave you wondering “What the heck?!  Where did that come from?!”  At least for me it does.  I tried to make some mental notes and real notes over the last few nights of the craziness that goes on in my head.  Perhaps the locoweed bouquet on my table is more spot-on than I originally believed!

A little unsolicited JARW advice, if using talk-to-text on your phone to keep your hands on the wheel and your eyes on the windrow, turn the dang radio off.  It took quite a bit of deciphering to figure out what the heck my notes meant, and I am the one who ‘wrote’ them.  There are song lyrics in the midst of a phrase, there are mumble-jumble / make no sense stuff in there too.  I assume this is the squeal of the rake wheels, or the tractor talking.  The messages are really quite laughable, and some unprintable.  Good for a morning chuckle when you are tired and everything is funny.

Just to highlight how random my brain works, here are a few of the thoughts that I left myself when I found myself ‘thinking’ something crazy.  ‘THINKING’ is a huge stretch for what I must have been doing.

  • For goodness sakes, does this guitar solo have to go on forever?!  Shut off the dang radio for a while.

  • I need to call Karen tomorrow to see if Fred happened to leave his coat at our house during branding (two months ago).

  • — side note:  I didn’t call, Karen.  Maybe she reads my posts.  If so, did he??

  • Wonder where that jet is headed?  Someplace exotic?  If I blink my lights repeatedly I wonder if anyone can see me and wonder what I’m doing.

  • Whoops— Yep!  Pine can see me.  And wonders what the heck I’m doing.  Try explaining that one to your grumpy husband in the baler.

  • You have got to be kidding me.  Turn the radio back on!  IT is NOT Christmas season.  Or at least come up with something else and quit humming “What Child is This”

  • I wonder how my “Girl of Summer” is doing?  Wonder if she would rather be in the tractor than home sleeping.  Yeah right!

  • Girl of Summer
  • Wonder how long it will take me to walk back to the other corner of the field and get the pickup?

  • I haven’t seen one snake all day.  I’m sure they are waiting for me to hike across the field in the middle of the night before they surprise me.  Damn snakes.

  • Why would you want to eat a rattlesnake?

  • Sure hope I took some meat out so I have something to put in the crockpot in the morning.

  • “Morning has broken…”  Turn the radio on, Tami!!! You need some rockin’ music.

  • So close to the end of the field!  Happy dance time?  Perhaps!

My train of thought definitely follows an uncharted track.

Until next time… JARW

What I Didn’t Know

IMG_4387When I was a senior in high school I couldn’t wait to get out of this county.  I was moving on, going to someplace bigger and better, would only see our town in my rear view mirror and on an occasional holiday.  I had big plans.  I had big aspirations.  NEVER ONCE did I ever picture myself as a ranch wife.  It wasn’t that I didn’t like ranch life.  I had grown up in ag country.  I had spent many, many hours doing ranch work.  I just didn’t think it was what my heart wanted.  Silly kid.  What the heck did that 18-year-old kid know.  Nothing I tell ya…. nothing at all.

IMG_4228Fast forward more than a few years.  The things I don’t know now are numerous.  I do know, though, that my heart LOVES being a ranch wife.  My heart LOVES how I spend the majority of my days.  I’m blessed.  However, the list of things I realized that I didn’t know as a punk kid grows on a daily basis.


A small list of the things the young me didn’t know:

  • Who the heck would have guessed that one day I would have bags of frozen cow shit in my freezer waiting to be sent to a lab for analysis.  Not that 18-year old kid.  Heck, not the 40+-year-old mom.

  • The 18-yo would never have guessed that the older me would not even flinch at giving a newborn calf mouth-to-mouth. The young me would throw up if I heard someone throwing up, smelled it, or heaven-forbid actually see it.  I had a weak gag reflex.  The younger me threw up extensively the first time I pulled a dead calf (probably 10 years old).  Now, though… I got this.

  • I never knew that I would need an extra fridge badly, and NOT just for extra beer.  That one would be a real shocker to the 18-year-old me.  Back then I probably would have used two fridges entirely for beer!

  • I would have never believed that one day I would actually LOVE mornings and and love watching the sun rising as I was already up for the day, and not just returning home from the night before.

  • The younger me wouldn’t have imagined that the 4th of July would be spent anywhere but at the lake with a cold beer in hand, s’mores from the camp fire, and a vast circle of family and friends celebrating with me.  The more responsible me realizes I actually don’t mind haying on the 4th.  It means we were blessed beyond measure to have hay to put up!

  • The 18-year-old me wouldn’t have ever guessed that my real favorite smells are blooming Russian Olive trees, blooming alfalfa, fresh cut grass, RAIN.  The one thing we would have agreed on, though, is that a baby right out of the bathtub is one of the best smells on earth.

  • The older me is starting to notice a pattern.  Maybe the younger me spent a little too much time having fun!

  • Is there such a thing as having too much fun?!?

Happy Independence Day, JARW friends!  In closing, I have to tell you my conversation with the Wild Child this morning.IMG_4217

ME:  Good morning, Sweets!  My goodness!  You are growing like a weed!

HER:  I’m not growing like a weed, mom, but do you know who is?  Dad!  He is growing like a weed!  And I’m wondering, why did you marry a weed!

Until next time… JARW