Sunday, May 22, 2011

A Blessed Life

I can't imagine living anywhere else. The old farm house, the pastures, the horses, all the trees we have planted. The boys grew up here. Twenty+ years. I am firmly planted on this part of the western slope of Colorado. The Grand Mesa behind us. The wood stove keeps us warm in winter. We burn wood we cut from our land. We grow vegetables in the summer. We ride our horses and raise foals. It is quiet and roomy on 20 acres of Grace. Most of the time the rest of the world is far away, churning and seething.

I know the country is circling the drain into tyranny but here on the farm we feel some personal control. I know the cities are under siege from invading forces destroying our society. I know the world is a boiling cauldron under the grip of thugs and criminals launching coups in every nation. I know that we can't spend money on anything but must store supplies for ourselves and our animals. I know inflation is hurting everyone and the folks in the cities despair.

We have ravens and magpies squaring off in the trees, deer and whistle pigs and coyotes and fox. Happy dogs and happy horses. David works hard at 2 jobs. I make dolls, crochet doilies and sew quilts and think about grand babies. The old house needs some paint and misc repairs. It always does.

I am grateful for my good boys. Cal and Laura live in Hawaii where they are lawyers and have 3 children. Cal is ambitious and aspires to the Republican political arena. Gigi is cured of leukemia.

Jack lives in Grand Junction and continues to attend Mesa State. He is artsy, a percussionist, softball player, likes to write and work on the farm with us.

Our world spun when Gigi was diagnosed. 3 1/2 yr old gift from God. How could it happen? Random? Toxins in the air and water? She fought her way back to health and will start K in the fall. She is tough like her daddy and her mommy and inspires us all. Bella is a long legged beauty, 8 yrs old and CJ will be a 2 yr old soon.

Today I sprayed weeds and mowed. David tractored out the stallion's pen. We enlarged the round pen and hugged and smelled equine friends while the deceivers and thieves plot to do us harm.