Last night we were up late skinning our hunters trophies, and I realized a lot of things-
Happiness is found in a new knife.
Companionship is one of the most important things.
Never skin an animal wearing fleece.
Always cherish every late night conversation with your lover, you talk about things that you wouldn't during the day.
Laughter really is the best medicine, it's good for your soul.
We're just two people in love, chasing our dreams and investing every bone and ounce of hard work we have to make our wishes come true.
I call us dream chasers.
- Wyoming Wife
- I was raised in California, where my family ranched along with my parents raising us 5 kids, sometimes a few extra with them involved in foster care. I remember as a little girl how I loved watching my Dad ride...especially the gritty horses. He has a special way with horses. I knew from a kid that I wanted to marry a Cowboy...so I did. Although I haven't been a Wyoming Wife for long, my husband and I live an exciting life together. Not only are we partners but were the best of friends. These are going to be stories which include my emotions (which as a female they seem to be on the fritz sometimes!), days gone bad, and days that ended absolutely perfect. All in all...this is just a journal of my crazy, beautiful life as a Wyoming Wife.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Crisp early mornings had arrived, the ones where you can see your breath and hide your nose in your silk wild rag.
You’re busy inside getting all of the things ready for the day. I grab his favorite bridle, a silver inlaid B/B bit, the headstall he had been wanting since our weekend getaway to Cody, WY. A year had passed and the headstall still hung on the store wall. I just happened to have the extra cash and picked it up for him. Reins that had been braided by his Dad when he sat quiet at Elk Camp listening to the rain make music on top of the old tin camper.
He had loaded up the horses, and waited for me in the driveway.
Don Edwards playing through the speakers and we both catch ourselves singing ‘Coyotes’. We’re driving down I-25 watching the sun rise together. Two nice horses in the trailer we could have never been able to afford if we didn’t start them ourselves.
Branding season has come and gone, calves were doctored, young horses learned, and your older horses got even better.
I will always be thankful for the sunrise and the burning hide that brings friends and neighbors together.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
I find all of my inspiration during the day from the falling leaves, flakes of snow that appear like glitter, the tangles in a horses mane, antlers hanging proudly in someone’s living room. The special moment you have with someone, barn wood lying in the wild prairie grass waiting to be picked through. Window frames hanging on by a rusty nail, sheets of tin that were left and forgotten. Strands of rolled up barbed wire, that have the consistency of fried bacon. Wooden crosses where someone’s loved one was once laid to rest. Music coming through your speakers, finding its way to your soul. Rusty bailing wire and the stars at night. The moon hanging low. The color blue, the same color as his eyes. The color of sagebrush and savoring the smell. A four inch saddle horn and rawhide reins. The perfect bit, stamped by a great maker. Coyotes singing, singing you to sleep. Rain drops against your bedroom window along with the chill of the night. Turquoise jewelry embellished with crosses and the color black. Laughter filling the room and smiles on beautiful faces. Old couples at the local café, you know the ones you see every day. Sunsets, the ones that make you bow your head.
What inspires you?