Thank you for my dear husband for driving me back to Nebraska, it is always good to go home! Thank you to my family for a wonderful time. I cherish spending time with you!
Posts Tagged: Sandhills
The second branding we attended was also in the sandhills. Colt and I are lucky to be able to visit God’s Country every now and again. Thank you Minor Ranch for letting us come and play “cowboy” for a day!
I like this first picture, this is riding out to gather the first bunch.
From left to right Chip(husband’s brother), my mother-in-law, husband.
Finally this is the process from start to finish complete with fancy moves from Chip!
At the end of the day though the real hand had to come in and finish the job,
Last year I wrote about branding strategies in the Sandhills. Husband and I first attended my family’s branding held every year on the second Saturday of May. Be sure to reread last year’s post to familiarize yourself with the concepts and hoopla.
Please note the paragraph below is only for my beloved Mr. Gruber…
My first morning home, I breathe in deeply, feeling cool fresh sandhill’s air filling my lungs as my all my earthly worries evaporate with the morning dew. I sit down on the back step and sip Grammy’s coffee remembering how good this meadow has been to me in my life. My solace is soon interrupted by my Uncle in the kitchen muttering and cussing a frying pan.
As I enter the kitchen I am thrilled to find a culinary favorite that has a place close to my heart…
The next part of this post is very disappointing. I got so excited about Pigs in the Blanket I rode off into the morning and forgot my camera. I was two pastures away before I realized my mistake. I explained to my husband my error, I would have to go back to the house. I didn’t have a camera and it would be too frustrating to see all the great shots I was missing. I secretly wanted to slide back into that comfy little bed in Uncle Dan’s old room with the window cracked open to the coveted snowball bush. Husband responded by whipping Peewee in the rump with his bridle reins and sharing a belly laugh with Jeff. As Peewee lunged over a sandhill and through a blowout spooking a antelope and scaling some plum bushes I could still hear them laughing as I descended the next hill of white sand and prairie grass.
Luckily my cousin Linda emailed me some pictures, so please forget that notion of disappointment.
This is me trying to explain to my mom that I really think I may be allergic to calf dander. (Also I don’t know if it’s my gigantic thunder thighs or if it’s the smallness of a a late calf, but the combination in this image is disturbing. I’m just sayin!)
This was taken right before I tried unsuccessfully to convince my mom to take me back to the kitchen for more pigs in the blankets. She is mean and thrives on seeing me with my now “city-girl-status” get covered in cow #&$%! (Just kidding, my mom didn’t really cuss, but it would be funny if she did!)
This is my Uncle Dan trying to save me from my city-girl-sissy-status!
Even though my cowboy of a husband looks exhausted in this picture trust me he ain’t no city-boy-sissy.