The Rancher's Wife-

30+ years ago, I could not wait til the first weekend in March. Rodeo day! Lehi Days! I loved to go see the animals, especially the horses.





Once, I stacked poly cans up to about the height of a horse, put on my best jeans, which were my only jeans. Made a saddle out of pillows and tried really hard to pretend I was riding a horse. Even with my imagination, it wasn't that great : /

Spent as much time as I could in any body's pasture, until they kicked me out.



Eleven years ago, I purchased some baby ducks, Inca and Willow. I loved those ducks. I sat in the back yard most evenings and watched them swim in a baby pool, we bought. Loved the ducks! Followed by more ducks and rabbits, not the best animals in an HOA ruled neighborhood.


Love to camp. I spent 2 weeks camping out of a tent and I could have done another two...love to camp.










Went on my honeymoon, in a pop-up...love to camp.







Three years ago, I was junking on a Saturday morning with my sis-in-law, Anne (kindred sister) When I saw a pair of figurines, nothing too special, manufactured line. An old man and women, with simple country attire and some geese.... But it struck a cord in me. I wanted to be that woman. Old and gray, simple clothing, grass under her feet and geese......and a smile on her face. I wanted to be her or like her rather. The thought of me being that place felt right...peaceful.



But I thought it would be impossible, right?





Fast forward three years, we have lost almost all our worldly possession, home, life savings, credit, most of my dignity, self respect. We work very hard for what we had. I have tried to keep my chin up but I am human and almost forty. Starting over is not what I had planned......




Last week we went to visit family in the White Mountains. It was wonderful, I felt alive and good. Came home, to my rental house in an upscale neighborhood and had a nervous breakdown.







Then I thought of those figurines, that's what I wanted to be. Not a suburbanite, shopaholic, go out to lunching woman. What have I been doing???







Five acres and a mu mu...well not really a mu mu. Jeans and a tee shirt, strong and lean from working the land, reaping what I sow, not spinning wheels at the gym.....mid-life crisis.....fresh start???







I could do it in the desert, not my first choice, but I could do it, right???





With my soul mate by my side, who when I thought about it, would be incredible at living the country life. I can't believe I hadn't seen it before. He can't stay inside for a day (no joke), has to work outside our he will go nuts. The strong silent type. So unbelievably handsome (just had to through that in ;).

...maybe, I can dream.....can I make it

real......thoughts.....lots of thoughts.......

sometime, when a door closes, another opens?.......

One major problem....I totally and thoroughly hate country music!!!Blah!! I hate it!.........

but I do love bluegrass!?! I'm in!