What an absolute gorgeous fall day the Lord gave us today. I had about 47,000 things to get done outside but instead I spent the morning on bull paperwork. Yuck...but it's done! I then got to spend a lot of the day with my niece who reminds me constantly how very fast time goes by. She's four, soon to be five and colors like a professional. She held up a scribbled page in a coloring book today that she found in my house and wanted to know who made that mess. I said "That was you." She said "When I was widdle?" Yes. You were much younger and it's positively terrifying how you can already color like a grown up, have adult conversations with me over virgin daiquiris, remember EVERYTHING I SAY, including how I cannot eat gluten but so very precious that you still pronounce football as "futeball", "Cewpa" for Cooper, and widdle for little. Please don't ever grow up. Of course I didn't say all of that last stuff out loud but was thinking it.
Of course she has to grow up because people are cruel and will make fun of her speech impediment if she doesn't. I know she'll grow out of it because she's brilliant. The gluten thing kills me though. We were driving by Pizza Hut and she'd been asking for pizza for weeks. I'd gotten her pizza on more than one occasion and simply just ate the topping. She said in a very irritated but curious and hopeful tone, "Can you still not eat crust?" :( Dude. It wasn't that she wanted pizza. She wanted to eat pizza WITH ME. Needless to say, we ate crust that day. Oh yes, Aunt Trish is a rock. If only my stomach was.
I'm preparing myself for grandchildren though because I know they will arrive before I'm ready. I'm always slammed but my sweet neighbor came by the other day and she said that somehow you just manage your time around them so that's what I've been doing with Canyon. Like a guy once told me, children are like a car payment. They make room for themselves. I need to write, paint, do yard work, bull work, haul bulls, clean, feed, teach, study, etc. Some things I can do with her and some I just can't. Actually, she's quite helpful with some things. She's great at the Air B&B clean up. She'll help make beds, fold clothes and even vacuum. I pay in toys. LOL! But I don't feel safe taking her with me to haul bulls. This morning the Cowboy was like "She's been in a truck hauling a trailer most of her life." Yes, with her parents driving. I'm not taking that risk while I'm hauling cattle. I'm not okay with it. I'll obviously risk my own life but I'm not risking hers. End of story. We will just sit around and read books about the farm and right now, about fall. Don't get me started on Thanksgiving. I Googled a little too deep today and I may be wearing an Indian headdress of full black feathers each Thanksgiving from now on. I'm not sure the history books gave us the goods. At least the stories they told us in grade school anyway. Talk about a downer. I'll be looking into that more and getting back to you. We read and ate Green Eggs and Ham. Then I saw something about a green corn dance and was excited to learn some fun Indian dance so we Googled it. BAD. MOVE.
Thanksgiving/Massacre and therapy aside, there really is no place like Missouri in the fall. Even though I don't have all the Maple trees and other colorful trees I'd like out here on the ranch, it's still beautiful. But now, it's mostly just dead. They change and then fall off or just look brown way too quickly for me. More of that time marching on. However, on clear days, when the sun is going down behind my house, it shines on the dead trees in my front pasture. They turn bright orange. It's the most magnificent thing I've ever seen. Let me say that a different way. When the light of the sun hits the dead brown leaves on the trees, they literally come to life in the most magnificent, brilliant, flaming orange that I have ever seen. Remind you of anything? Of anyone? Think of the people that have the "son" in their lives and the ones who don't. Think of the dead coming to life! That little visual just screams Jesus!
And, in honor of the month of being thankful...just think how unbelievably lucky we are to live in the United States of America and have the freedom to worship and share the light of the ONE TRUE GOD with everyone! He is the only one that can turn the dead brown leaves to glorious glowing orange, from death to eternal life in EVERYONE.
I've been such a grouch lately. Bull paperwork is sucking the life out of me. But you know what? I've still got that Son. That fire in my heart burning bright. Let's take some time this Thanksgiving and Christmas season to remember the real gift. The Son is who we should all be most thankful for. Let's bask in the sun and in the Son every single chance we get and share it with everyone we see. It's the best gift ever and it's free. He already paid the price. For crying out loud especially share it with the Indians. No wonder they hate us so much. DON'T GOOGLE IT. Basically it should really
be "Happy Massacre Day" next week everyone. Enjoy that bird and you better hug an Indian.
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