Snow.  Snow.  Yummy, snow!  I just love catching snowflakes.  Little ones, big ones, fluffy ones, and cold ones- they’re all tasty.  And I’ve been doing it since I was a puppy.  Now that I’m older, I don’t run around trying to catch them anymore.  I just stand still and let them come to me.





It always amazes me how certain sights, sounds, or smells can trigger a memory of people, places, or events from many years ago.  Such was the case last night.  (First, I must say that I’m getting soft in my aging years, as I have allowed the dogs to spend their nights inside the house.)  We had just gone to bed, lights were out, and you could’ve heard a pin drop.  All of a sudden, there was a loud, crunching sound.  It was coming from the dog’s bed, which was at the foot of our bed.  It wasn’t a destructive crunch, but it sounded like the dog was chewing something that was very crisp.

The light switch was flipped and Shae peered over the side of the bed.  She found the dog munching on one of our freshly dug potatoes.




The dog had helped himself to the potato basket.  You wouldn’t believe how crunchy and noisy a crisp, raw potato can be.  And that was the trigger!  My mind instantly raced back in time; 40 years or so…

Growing up, my brother Daryl and I shared a bedroom.  There was a small closet in it that we used as a fort.  As with most young boys with forts, there has to be food involved.  As we were trying to go to sleep one night, we could hear a mouse munching on some forgotten crackers in our “fort”.  It’s amazing how noisy a little mouse and a cracker can be, all night long.

So, the next night, as we headed upstairs to bed, we had a piece of cheese with us.  We figured if that mouse was still hungry, he could eat something quiet.  That way, we could go to sleep like good, little boys are supposed to do.  After a couple of nights of feeding the mouse, Mom found out what we were doing.  The free lunch program came to a screeching halt.  Although the mouse did receive one more meal, it cost him his life.

Last night, as the dog continued to crunch his potato, I laid there thinking happy thoughts of a simpler time.  When I awoke this morning, there was no evidence of any left over potato.  But tonight, I may just put some marshmallows in the potato bin!



Whew!  Fencing is hard work.  Thanks to me, the bosses got the perimeter of the hay field done.  Now, the horses have extra pasture.  You should’ve seen them run and kick up their heels.  I mean the horses, not the bosses.  I doubt the bosses could run at their age.  Anyway, the horses acted like they’d never seen grass before.  Guess it’s just always greener on the other side.

Yeah, I don’t know what the homestead would do without me.  I’ve covered a lot of territory this summer.  Sounds like we’ll be fencing again this weekend.  Got a couple of one acre lots to subdivide.  The bosses said something about rotating pigs.  Unfortunately, I don’t think it has anything to do with eating roast pork.  Darn!  Just the thought of it makes my mouth water.

By the way, you see that picture down there?  That’s MY insulator being installed!  Personally, I thought it looked kind of off-center.  What do you think?  Man, I hope the boss man finally got it straight.  Nothing worse than crooked fence posts and insulators.  After all, my reputation is at stake.






Timber here!  Never mind Maya.  She thinks Senior Guard Dog was a promotion.  Yeah, right.  I say it’s a demotion ’cause she’s old and cranky.  Why else would the bosses bring me on board?  No way can she keep up with me.  I run circles around her and everyone else.

It’s just a matter of time before I take the old gal’s job.  Then I’ll be in charge of everything!  Hate to say it, but I deserve it.  I’m young, good-lookin’, and talented.  And did I mention, I’m smart, too?

This new job came with a relocation package.   So, I must have been promoted.  And it’s almost an international job.  I’m doing pretty good for myself, if you know what I mean. My first boss was a really great guy!  He taught me everything I know.  But there was more out there for me.  And a cubicle just wasn’t cutting it.

Let me tell ya, I love my new office with a view!  If only everyone here could be a team player.  That’s okay.  I’ll teach them how to run this joint sooner or later.  And the nightlife?  It’s really, wild!



Maya by Wagon Wheel Richard C Photography


Yeah, you caught me napping on the job.  It’s no big deal.  I’m Maya, Senior Guard Dog at Barley Darts.  The pay sucks, but I get free room and board.  At least the food ain’t half bad.  Meals vary and I have time to choke ’em down.

The last couple of weeks have been tough.  It’s been way too hot.  The bugs won’t leave me alone.  I hate those gosh-darn weed seeds, too.  They’re at just the right height to get in my eyes.  How the heck am I supposed to do my job?  I tell ya, I’ll go blind at this rate.  But I don’t dare complain.  At least I have a job.  That’s more than some folks.

I’m gettin’ close to retirement, too.  Thank God!  I don’t know how anyone puts up with all these young’uns.  Just the other day, the bosses brought in another one.  All these whippersnappers wanna do is run around!  Heck, half the time they go in circles and never get anything done.

And they don’t show anyone respect.  They constantly pick and poke at everything and everyone.  Pfft.  If the bosses expect me to teach them anything, they’re crazy!   I can’t even keep ’em all in a straight line.  Shoot!  I gave up a long time ago.