Peaceful morning

Blue sky, some white puffy clouds off to the west (supposed to rain today), cool fall breeze in the air, ruffling the tops of the monstruous aspen trees in our “backyard.”  I say it’s a backyard, but really it’s just an expanse of grass that meets the base of the mountain and melds into the forest.  The husband mows the grass to keep the bugs away, though only twice (that’s 2 times!!) this summer as the grass failed to grow (something about needing a bit of water) and the bugs didn’t materialize (thankfully).  Anyway, it’s not your typical backyard as it’s mostly a meadow sort of space, modified to be the backyard, now complete with a playset.  The fire-ring was not used this year, much to my chagrin, due to the county-wide and then state-wide ban on open fires ANYWHERE.  And the grass being brown and crunchy was sort of a clue too, that maybe flying embers from the campfire wouldn’t be a good thing.  Which did put a damper on that whole camp-in-the-backyard thingy we had going on last summer. I’ll try to find those pictures.

Anyway…this is a nice morning.  The tiny terrorist I live with (well, again, she’s a bit older now and that role has probably been taken over by the Maximus, so I’ll rename her…but not now) is swinging and singing, and singing and swinging.  Occasionally expecting a reply from me, then piping up with “It sure is quiet out here this morning.”  Absolutely dear daughter, absolutely.  Between her chatterings I can hear various birds out talking in the trees as I sit here on the back patio.  The squirrels chitter madly as the dogs get too close.  And then, breaking into the lovely symphony of nature I hear the cows.  Yup, cows.  Though, since it is rut, I like to imagine it’s a cow elk calling out to the boys.  I imagine she’s saying something along the lines of “Come hither boys!  I’m waiting….Yoo hoo!!!”  Knowing full well that noone will allow her to use birth control of any kind so she’s free to get impregnated and lasso an unsuspecting male into providing for her and the offspring for life!  (That’s it!  I just got it.  The Republicans actually WANT us to all be barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen cause then they’ll HAVE to support us with the great gobs of money they will have made with the gargantuan tax cuts afforded to them, thereby ensuring the continued propagation of their DNA, further solidifying their continued dominance into the eons.  By George I think I’m on to something.)

And just like that, the peaceful morning out here in all this nature evaporated into the ethos.  I have GOT to get a life.  Or just turn off the computer.

That’s a fine idea folks.  I’m unplugging now, going to go make a second triple-shot-1/2-caffe-dark-chocolate-mocha with whip and am going to commune with the nature and the 5 1/2 year old.

Have a superbly lovely day!!!

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). #FindingMyVoice #ScienceMatters
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1 Response to Peaceful morning

  1. Katie Rosa says:

    Happy Birthday madranchwife! I texted you on your birthday and then realized you probably didn’t get the text if you were at home. Maybe you could blog post about cell service on the ranch. Or wait, do you get any?!!

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