“You should have seen it out in the east pasture,” Husband told me when he got in from searching for stray bulls last week. “It was so colorful, like God dropped a bag of Skittles from the sky.”
It was an adorable statement coming from the scruffy, sorta smelly man sitting next to me.
And I was immediately jealous.
Although I can see it from outside my windows and on my slow strolls on the trails there’s nothing like experiencing fall on the back of a horse.
So Monday I did the next best thing and convinced Husband to take a little 4-wheeler drive with me to our favorite pasture so I could take photos from the tops of the hills and feel like I got my fix of it.
He never says no to ideas like this. It means that he doesn’t have to be cooped up in the basement putting up walls and wiring and things like that. It means that he can spend a little more time behind those binoculars looking for elk or deer or coyotes or mountain lions or whatever a man hopes to find on the other side of the glass.
I never hope to find a mountain lion.
That’s one difference between the two of us I guess.
Now a 4-wheeler these days isn’t my preferred mode of transportation. Every bump and wiggle sort of bounces me and this baby I’m cooking the wrong way, although she doesn’t seem to mind, because when we’re moving is the only time she’s sitting still.
And that’s terrifying and reassuring all at the same time.
But all that bumping around sends me popping a squat behind a bullberry bush at least once before I make it back to our front door.
If I need help initiating labor, I tell you, I know every stubble field and bumpy trail we can ride across to move it along. Let’ s hope that it doesn’t come to that.
But oh, it was worth it to take the trip back there. Everything is so gold it’s almost unreal. I kept checking my camera to make sure it was on the right setting, as if my eyes were lying to me.
But they weren’t. It’s just plain beautiful out here in this prolonged fall we’ve been given. Usually by now we might have already had a dusting of snow or a couple pretty chilly days, but not this year. This year my garden’s still growing, the sun is still shining a nice and comfortable 70+ degrees and the flies are still somehow finding their annoying way in to this house through some mysterious crack somewhere so they can die on the tallest and hardest to clean window ledge in the entire place.
Ah, it’s country living at its finest.
When the sun started to cast long shadows and darken the valleys we headed toward home in the rapidly dropping temperature. That’s the thing about fall, it goes from 39 degrees, to 70 and back to 39 in a short 12 hour period. I was starting to wish for my mittens when Husband stopped his 4-wheeler by the place we cut our first Christmas tree as a married couple.
And got the pickup stuck to the floorboards in the snow.
And rocked and pushed and spun so much that our poor new puppy Hondo got sick and shit all over the pickup.
“Remember this spot?” he asked.
“I sure do,” I said.
“There’s a tree right there,” he said as he pointed to a 20 foot cedar, big enough to bring to Times Square.
“There will be no Charley Brown, spindly Christmas tree this year. Not for this kid’s first Christmas,” he said.
I shook my head and we bounced along our merry way, in between seasons, in the weather and in our lives.
In the calm before the storm, the warm before the cool down,
The wait before everything changes…
Watch my “Work (Girl)” Music Video
off my new Nashville album “Northern Lights”
So, it will be a girl. How sweet. Now your parents will be telling all those stories of you and your sisters.
These photos made me so happy Jessie! We’re still waiting for the leaves to turn here….
These photos made me so happy Jessie! We are still waiting for the leaves to turn here…
I like your video. 🙂
Thanks for watching!