How in the world does time fly by the way that it does. I've spent the last couple of days reflecting on our past adventures and the people and places that have had an…
The mist's hangin' over the meadow As we trot through the morning dew Spring calves are bawlin' As they cry to their mommas It rings back to me and to you
Like the green of the cool season grasses yucca…Read more
It's a bitter cold morning in the state of Nebraska I shiver as the pickup rumbles to life Just a regular day for the man on short wages but we figure we're doing alright The cows they are singing like…Read more
