I love fall. I would love it even more if it didn’t come with colds and allergies.
The other day, I was fighting off my first cold of the season.
I was curled up under a cozy blanket on the couch armed with a box of Kleenex, cold medicine and the remote control. The kids were off to school and the laundry was in the wash when Drover walked in wearing a denim Wrangler shirt, a pair of faded Wrangler jeans and spurs.
“I’m not feeling so good today,” I informed him from the couch where I was irrevocably stationed. “I think I’ve got a cold.”
He sympathized with me for about .45 seconds and said, “Well get your boots on, I wanna show you the land across the creek.”
Drover had been so busy since we moved that he hadn’t had a chance to show me all of the land at the ranch. Exploring the back acreage would knock one more section off the list of places to see out here, plus I’d get some idea of what I’m in for when we start building new fences over there this fall.
“Ok,” I replied, pulling an inordinant amount of 2-ply Kleenex from the tissue box. “But I’ll have to go barefoot. I just painted my toenails.”
He looked at me, glanced down at my bright red toes and gave a sort of nod before clanging his way back outside to saddle the horses.
When I got outside, Drover already had Hoyt saddled for me.
Hoyt was just a colt when Drover gave him to me, about 15 years ago, while we were still dating. I kept him in the pen just down the hill from my parent’s house, where I would feed and brush and spoil him daily.
There was pasture land, another creek named Clem Creek and miles of an old railway path which included an old bridge with tunnels.
But I couldn’t get over the view on this ridge.
I don’t even know where we are in this picture, nor do I know how to get there again.
But I was informed that this would be one of the many places where we will be building fence in the very near future.
If this isn’t enough to make a girl feel better, I don’t know what is.