It's been freezing here on the ranch, and when I say freezing,
I actually mean FREEZING!
My alarm went off at 7:00 like usual, and I noticed the
temperature was 10 degrees.
I hit the snooze button.
Way too cold for me to get up.
Then I hit the snooze button three more times, hoping
that the temperature would go up.
Annnnd it did, to 12 degrees, so I decided to get out of bed.
I bundled up, and Angus and I were hiking,
searching for the sun.
A pipe that carries water on the range to our herd hasn't been working and
Mr. Nielson with a repair man (and his over-sized truck
and equipment) have been working on the problem all week.
That means Mr. Nielson has been
driving his truck out to the herd for the past few days with a giant tub of water in the back.
This afternoon I decided to join him on the bumpy ride.
(Note to self: wear a better bra next time).
The day turned out to be breezy and chilly, but the sun felt warm
and it was nice to get out.
The ranch is thirsty! We desperately need rain (or snow!), and it shows.
The land is dry and dusty, but it's still so very beautiful.
I love living here.
I love raising my children on the ranch.
They have already learned valuable skills, and we've created
some really beautiful memories together.
I think if you were to ask any of my children what they missed about
Provo, they would probably say friends and cousins
(I would say grocery stores), but we don't miss much more.
It's unique and beautiful here; we love the good humble people.
Later in the evening, the missionaries stopped in for a visit.
With the fire roaring in the fireplace and after a long day,
I'm pretty sure I fell asleep mid-sentence.
That's what happens here; you work hard and sleep well.
Plus, we only get a few visitors out here,
and bedtime is around 8:00.
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Happy Birthday, Boss!!!!!