Things that I like,
are to hear Sandhill cranes fly over my head in the spring and fall
and the song of a meadowlark on a summer day
the smell of spring in the early morning
and lightening bugs flashing late at night in July
to see the brome grass dance in a summer breeze
and the bluestem turn a fiery color in the fall
when a horse walks out, ears pricked forward
and when he turns on dime for a cow
the first light of morning on the horizon
and when the sunset turns bright oranges, purples, blues and pinks
the way the light shines warm after a thunderstorm
and the way the grass is Ireland green in June.
how cows string out for miles on a cattle drive
and the way a wild cattle wreck makes for a good tall tale
the perfect sound of silence in winter
and the riotous noise of abundant life in summer
to see the first robin of spring
and to pick wild chokecherries and plums in late July
the smell of fresh cut hay on a July meadow
and weaned calves on the lush regrowth in September
turning cattle out to green grass in May
and cattle spread out to kingdom come in early morning June.
snow squalls in March that come out of nowhere
and a good thunderstorm in June and July and August
trailing pairs across the hills in April
and brandings every other day in May
sorting pairs for summer range in late May
and bringing them home to wean in the fall
fresh horses on a frosty morning
and dog-tired ponies, head dragging, walking home
purplish-blue spiderworts dotting the hills in June
and blankets of sunflowers in the last weeks of August
when the ice goes out of the lakes in March
and when the frogs start croaking in the meadows
the way the Sandhills seem to swallow me up in protection
and the way they hug me when I come back into their midst
a cool cloudy day in July and August
and a warm sunny day in January and February
good friends cowboying together
and helping neighbors get their cattle work done in the spring and fall
Oh, and wild roses in June.
XO Megan