Ham and eggs are frying in the cast iron pan, and biscuits
are baking in the oven.
Storm clouds moved in over the home place this afternoon
making the heat and sweat of this morning seem a long time ago.
Horses rode, watered, fed and put up for the night. Some fence fixed and plans for a better arena
and pens paced off.
Dogs litter the wood floors and watch with glittering eyes
as scrap pieces of rawhide fall to the ground as string is pulled through a
cutter.
Town clothes washed, ironed and reluctantly packed in
preparation for the coming weekend’s travels and adventures.
Laughing at the new batch of pictures of friend’s brandings
and hoping that maybe next weekend we’ll be home to attend at least one
neighbor’s branding.
A fire built, just to take the chill of the evening’s storm
off and Psalm 1 is quietly whispered over and over as sleep comes stealing in
the window…
<3
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