Heaven’s glory arrives with spring!
Spring has sprung…and my nightly crickets are back singing me to sleep each night:) Yee-Haw!!!
Riding Through Life One Horse At A Time…Courage Is Being Scared To Death But Saddling Up Anyway!
21 Mar 2015 43 Comments
Heaven’s glory arrives with spring!
Spring has sprung…and my nightly crickets are back singing me to sleep each night:) Yee-Haw!!!
20 Mar 2015 43 Comments
An excellent adventure! Our first Spring walkabout!
It was heavenly to feel the warm sun on our backs as we hiked up the hill!
Winter seemed long this year with the lack of snow and our usual winter weather…instead we had blah days of gray overhead with occasional fog.
Thank goodness, Spring has arrived with clear blue skies as far as I can see…not a cloud in sight!
And Ellie found something and she is digging it!
I do love my clouds as long as they are like this…they are fun to capture on film!
And Ellie is yet digging….she is such a character!
Melody is shedding out her winter coat…she is so pretty this time of year as her dark red bay hair sheds out to reveal the white roan hair underneath…she is my horse of ever changing colors! She is called a Red Bay Roan, her legs remain black as does her mane and tail and her head…but her body roans out in summer and she is striking when you see her! I think she is beautiful…and yes she is my horse of course:)
And as the day began to draw to a close….
The incredible skies we have here during “magic time” stop me in my tracks….I’m a grabbing my camera!
And Ellie Belle is happy and ready for a nap…and it sounds like a good idea!
HRCG is over and out for now but hang on….I will be back!
23 Feb 2015 42 Comments
Golden days of summer is dedicated to those dealing with freezing temps and bitter cold…along with snow and ice…and nasty winds producing impassable drifts…in other words Old Man Winter.
I gathered a few favorite photos from last summer and fall…I hope they will warm you up with some encouragement that soon…those warm days of summer will return!
Our patio is our hang out place during summer months…
Love my old bathtub:)
Love our crazy clouds too!
And dog day afternoons:)
Spring and Summer are coming soon to you!
I miss you kitty girl…my sweet Min-Mouse…forever you are in my heart…and someday we will be together again my sweet kitty angel girl.
My flowers last summer went viral…and were amazing!
And Ms. Ellie Belle…she is with me all the time. She is 100% Australian Shepherd and I am her herd…
She seeks to protect me so she always walks in front of me checking things out…and she goes into defensive kill when she senses danger of any kind. We love this girl lots…she has a beautiful heart like Minnie…I think Minnie sent her to be with us.
Here’s hoping the spring and summer of 2015 will be warm and beautiful with incredible skies and weather!
Wishing You A Happy Snappy Spring
And A Wonderful Warm Summer!
20 Feb 2015 39 Comments
“Time Has Come Today” drifts in and out of my mind as I fall into a time warp…I’m listening to music that wrapped itself around my life and my heart during my high school years…Gloria…The Rapper…Wild Thing…Time Has Come Today…tunes that take me back to old times…and old memories.
I’m not sure why I am writing about the 1960’s and 1970’s…the words tumble out as I write and the memories come back fresh as new. I was an impressionable cowgirl at heart, who loved her parents, loved her horses, loved her family and loved her country, during a time in life when our world was in turmoil.
America was at war in a foreign land called Vietnam and yet also with itself in many ways. It was a time of fear, rage, war, confusion and changes that had never occurred on American soil in our lifetime…it was a crazy time in American History to grow up in, as the world was upside down…life was precarious and America was changed forever.
American youth did not know what to make of going to war, let alone a draft number. If your draft number was chosen, it was ultimately scary as you had no choice but to go…we could not vote but we were sent to fight a war in a foreign land that we did not understand. We could shoot and kill the enemy…only to be shot down ourselves with enemy fire…coming home…dead in a box…none of us understood what war hell was and we did not know what to do.
Many of us, like myself, supported my parents generation and World War II, I had heard the stories and seen the reels of American war history play out in US history classes. I had uncles who fought in Normandy as well as D Day and Pearl Harbor…and I knew friends and cousins who either enlisted to go to Vietnam or had their number called in the draft to go to war.
Growing up in a very small community…I went to a small school that included all 12 grades with the same 8-12 kids in my class…we were close as our small classes felt more like family, and some were as I had cousins in every grade when I was in school, all the way through! My class it seemed had the luck of the draw, as we found ourselves smack dab in the middle of the 1960’s.
We began High School in 1967…we had hopes, dreams and plans for our future. Our biggest fear was Freshman Initiation…and that was a very scary deal! Our initiation lasted for a week…my Junior initiator, (eventually became my boyfriend, he was lucky as we did not have many boys to choose from), chose for me to be King Kong (did I say real lucky) on the first day which entailed having brown grease paint smeared on my face and on every part of my skin that showed…I had to wear a dark brown sweatshirt with dark brown tights…and they put gunk in my long red hair! It was a crazy week as each day was different…one of the days we had to roll a jelly bean across the floor during noon hour blind folded so the entire high school could watch us! The last night, which was Friday night, we were blind folded and one at a time we had a dozen eggs cracked over our heads in front of the entire student body and faculty…as the night wore on after the eggs, we had to crawl around outside on the grass and be blasted with cold water…it was part of tradition…it was part of the deal!
Life was intense back then, but we stood together as a nation, one nation under God, indivisible with justice and liberty for all. We had Vietnam and rebelling against society…I was a rebel without a clue, and I was not very good at that thing called rebelling. I did not know anything, except that life was changing. I knew there was a horrible war overseas that we had never heard of called “Vietnam”…and we could not vote in an American election until we were 21 years old. Many young men and women went to “Nam”and did not come home…and I wondered, “Why can’t we vote?”
As I walked in the door after school each day, I heard David Brinkley and Walter Cronkite reporting how many casualties we had in Vietnam today…how many young American men and women died…showing graphic images of war that was very real…and terrorizing! Our American youth were dying in a foreign country and we could not vote in America until we were 21 years old…yet we could be drafted to fight in a war we had never heard of. It scared me as I knew some of those who enlisted or were drafted…it was incomprehensible in my mind that so many young Americans were being killed. As the daily TV news reported and played the photo journalists video with their daily shots of the life and war…we saw deeply traumatizing photos of people, children and old people fleeing the war while being shot down…nightly news was war hell and it gripped your heart deeply.
I was safely locked up on a cattle ranch….(thankfully) for my own good! I listened to Wolfman Jack if I could pick him up at night…we did not have electricity or running water…we had one portable AM transistor radio that could pick up stuff at night sometimes…(we did not have FM back then or satellite)…I can still hear it crackling, fading in and out. And if I couldn’t get Wolfman that night, then Dad had Ira Blue coming in and out all night…and Mom lived between her 16-year-old daughter who now fashioned herself as a cowgirl hippie and her husband who was John Wayne and keeping an eye on his only daughter with a grrrrrr!
I did not turn against my country and I never turned against my parents or my family. Mom and Dad and I could always talk even if we were all a bit perturbed…we did not yell at each other…we would not talk until we cooled down and then we would talk and seek to resolve the problem. I am sure that the late 1960’s and 1970’s put my parents to the test at times with all my questions. I am a seeker as I want to know everything, the facts and the why, what, when and where or explore the hows and whys in order to find a solution…and ultimately understand the reasons.
America had subtle signs back in the 1960’s and early 1970’s…but no one thought America would turn on itself
We lived through President John Fitzgerald Kennedy being assassinated, I was in grade school and his public death was the first time I saw death. I worried why this happened…as America is safe right? But our President was shot in cold blood so how could America be safe? Our nation grieved deeply…we were a nation in deep mourning and shock.
We cried when we saw a young first lady with her young children mourn the loss of their husband and father…we as a nation could not make much sense of how it all happened…but we as a nation stood tightly together…we knew we were now on a new road.
Vice President Lyndon Johnson took President Kennedy’s place, as our nation was thrown into turmoil…he became our President during one of the most confusing times in history…riots, war hell, American lives taken and America itself was at war with it itself…nothing was sacred anymore!
Five years later, the shocking assassination of Martin Luther King on April 4th, 1968…I was with my boyfriend at the time and we both heard it at school as we walked to the library after school…I was working on a historical debate! We were shocked…another assassination…and why? During my debate the next week, I spoke out as we grieved another loss of life…and two months later Robert Francis Kennedy was shot dead June 6th, 1968…he had visited our small town a month earlier and enjoyed breakfast with locals that I knew. I had followed him in my government class and I was supporting him.
On June 6th I was spending the night with girl friends, school was out and we were celebrating…my freshman year was behind me, and I was about to ditch my glasses as I was getting contact lens…whoo-hoo!
It was close to midnight when we heard their Mom let out a sound that was not right…we ran to see what was wrong and stood speechless as we watched RFK being shot down and the life and hope go out of him. He was a family man with kids…this cannot be happening again…no way…is nothing sacred anymore? And Vietnam raged on as now America was at war with itself!
President Johnson tried to do right, but gave up after 5 years in office in 1968…and we elected a new president.
President Richard Nixon took office as Johnson headed home to Texas. Nixon was a family man who was respectful…he wanted to end the Vietnam war, bringing home our troops…and from the get go, he sought to do just that.
Nixon began withdrawing troops out of North and South Vietnam. America had a glimmer of hope and then…Kent State riots and shootings happened on May 4th, 1970…it was the end of my Junior year in high school. Mr. Keller who taught our government class, found a small black and white television for us to watch the riots and history, live, unfolding before our eyes. Four students lost their lives that day at Kent State, two of which were not involved in the riots…when the shooting stopped, many more students lay injured.
In 1973 Nixon signed the Paris Peace Accords, which basically ended US involvement in the Vietnam war and the protests in America came to a formal end. However, the memories of Vietnam and Kent State echo in American culture and U.S. society…and they yet echo in my mind and my heart.
As peace was slowly restored to our nation, something called Watergate was in the news for months…wire tapping and spying…what is that and what is happening…it sounds like a Mission Impossible episode! “What did you say? Nixon is in on it too, as well as his cabinet and top aides? Water what?” Sounds bad…and yes it was.
President Richard Nixon resigned August 8th, 1974…I was nine months pregnant at cow camp in the mountains, with Dad’s black and white TV hooked up to antennas on top of trees and up on top of mountains so we could watch the world news.
I remember holding my bulging belly watching as Nixon resigned and I thought “WHAT?!” A month later on September 8th, 1974, President Gerald Ford pardoned Nixon…and I delivered a son.
Life was not rosy in the 1960’s and 1970’s, but America still had dignity and respect…morals and values…with civility…honor and regard for our fellow-man. We grew up being taught to value and respect our parents and elders…even if you had to go scream in a pillow! And, yes I did that too, all of us did back then! We were taught to honor the lives of our elders and parents with value and respect for the sacrifices they made for us…and that is why young people who “could not vote” went to Vietnam to fight for our country…to fight with dignity and honor for America…to fight for us!
America as I knew it, evolved into our present America…which is nothing like it was when I grew up in the 1950’s – 1970’s. It saddens my heart as I know we can never go back to the good old days. Life has changed and the world we once knew is now American History…and those of us who are still here…well, we try to remember the good times and the bad times…with dignity and respect for the price our fellow Americans paid for us to live…and to be free…and we move on.
I hope that the United States brings back American History and American Government to our schools…we have had several young employees who have never heard of Pearl Harbor. It makes me ill and sickened that our youth today are not being taught the old ways…the ways that bring gratitude, respect and appreciation for those who went before us…those that paid the price for our lives, giving us freedom and respect. My parents taught me, if you choose it, it is your choice and you will suffer the good or the bad…you made your choice, go lie in your bed. Yep…that was how I was taught and learned from my parents and from my aunts and uncles…that is an honorable life…and we honor our history and our heritage with respect, honor, love, civility and love….
Do I support our troops….you bet….Amen! I respect those who fight for our freedom and stand firmly for America!
I will forever stand with our troops and with God for America. I am a 100% born in America American and I will fight for our lives…I will stand firmly!
17 Feb 2015 38 Comments
Magical mystical sunrise cowgirl style…and my imagination takes off!
WB says “Oh come on Ms. Drama…its just fog!” But I like a bit of magical drama!
Besides…its a red dawn kind of fantasy!
Its getting lighter and more golden…I love the jet trails overhead…I can still imagine a fairy tale in the “magical mystery tour”…I mean fog:)
And then, dawn broke on a new day, we had a beautiful morning that turned into a blue sky kind of day…full of sunshine and warm temps ahhhh…the sun feels so good:)
Wishing you a sunshine week ahead….think Spring and then Summer:)
13 Feb 2015 36 Comments
Springing into springummer with a wide-angle view of life…
We must be in a time warp as it feels like early May here! Today it was 67 degrees in Juniper Canyon…my trees have budded out and our grass is green!
Crazy weather has changed so much from when I was growing up here.
I’m not complaining as I like the warmer days with my new WIDE angle perception and view of life…hmmmm?
WB wanted me to have a wider perception on life so he bought a new lens for my camera!!! I am so excited to go out and play with it! It will be perfect for landscapes…the skies are clearing, green grass is a growing like crazy each weird warm day…stay tuned!
Better watch out I may show up clicking a few of You!
“Smile Ellie Belle…Gotcha!”
07 Feb 2015 50 Comments
Ocean Daze Makes HRCG Plaze…The Ocean Is Heaven To Me!
We recently spent ten days on the Oregon Coast….our condo over looked the Pacific Ocean…literally! This was my view off the deck, the windows in the living area and off the deck of our bedroom…magical huh?
The condos are built on rock that rumbles and roars when the waves crash over it. I shot this photo from our deck looking out…you can see the other condo units that stretch across the rocks…
The first day of our stay, we had huge waves rolling in that were incredible to watch as they hit the rocks, putting on a big show!
And here comes loads of ocean spray looking for windows and you if you are outside!
The Oregon Coast is one of my most favorite places to go to….I love the rugged coast line and the awesome beauty of the Pacific Ocean. The sound of the waves crashing…the sunsets…the storms…the incredible roar of high tide and the out of control power of it all!
I love walking on the beach, barefooted of course, as there is something incredibly cool when you have sand between your toes:) Mom and I escaped to the ocean and the beach each summer the end of August…our excuse was school shopping.
Dad rarely took time away from the cattle ranch…in all my years growing up, we never took a family vacation together as he felt he had to stay and keep an eye on the cows. We wished he would have come with us but the beach was not his thing. In later years he told me that he wished he had gone with us and done more with both Mom and I…he told me to not make the same mistake and to enjoy life with WB as time is short!
I love you Dad and we did have a good life together on our horses…you taught me so much and I am eternally grateful forever…
Off we’d go…shopping a few days in Portland and then we hit the beach…it was a total ahhhh as we both loved the ocean…it was a peaceful respite for us from the cattle ranch and life as we knew it…it was cowgirl heaven:)
Full of amazing peace that washes over you with each wave…as the cares of the world and the tension in your shoulders fades away…and the silence you feel in your spirit, brings a great big smile to your face with a “Yippee Ki-Yay!” “Yippee Yappee Yahooey…Life Is GOOD!”
Once WB and I arrived at our condo, (and WB could drag me away from the “oh wow did you see that wave….wait…no, oh that one was huge…where is my camera….I have to grab some pictures…whoa, did you see that one…?”) we rearranged our chairs to look out on the ocean…cool view huh?
We scooted our chairs up to the windows that over look the water… you felt like you were floating on the ocean! Our perch for over a week…wrap around (windows on the left side too) views of the water…I found myself stopping in my tracks each day as the view was so beautiful…we loved it:)
Wild at heart and yet so very peaceful to my soul…
There are two places on earth that I stand in absolute awe of God…the Rockie Mountains and the Pacific Ocean.
Both places have uncontrollable power that is God…His glorious presence radiates as I often hear Him say “My child, is anything in your life to difficult for Me?”
His power brings the peace that passes understanding!
I hope you enjoyed the views!
Ya never know I may show up and say “Smile, you’re on HRCG’S Camera or Spotting Scope…
I would rather you be on my camera!”
Have a “Blessed” weekend wherever you are! And remember to live life to the fullest as time passes too fast!
Mom finally got Dad to go to the beach on their 40th Anniversary in 1979! They had fun…notice Dad had his cowboy boots on and Mom was barefoot…yep runs in the family:)
Enjoy each day and be sure your loved ones know that you love them!