Days, weeks, months, years...all terms to describe a unit of time. Seems there is never enough time though. I'm the impatient sort. After buying the ranch in 2004 we set out to develop it into the wonderful training facility for our search and rescue students. But, I'm afraid that if life is a Monopoly game, we will get to Park Place before we get it all done. There seems to be so much to do at the ranch, so much building to finish before we can be all we want to be. We've done alot in the days, weeks, months and years. Fences, buildings, clearing, cleaning, refining. A year to build the cabin, a year to finish the yard, the patio, build the kennels, storage rooms, hay barn, stable and arena came later. Now almost six years down the road we have a huge shop, weekend cabin but still so much remains to do.
I tell my husband all the time that one day when I'm old and gray I will sit down and make a book of all the stories of our city folk turned rancher stories and call it "Tales of the Clueless". I also have stories of training my bloodhound that I'll call, "Amos Days". Lots of laughter has been shared out at our little slice of heaven. Most of it involving us learning life's lessons the hard way. But I wouldn't trade any of this for a custom built home in the city. We get to see stars that seem as numerous as grains of sand on the beach. The sunsets and sunrises are defy description. So much we have seen and heard and so little time remains in life to enjoy all there is to see and do. I thank God for all the blessings he has given us and although we don't deserve it, I'm praying daily that he sees fit to help us continue to work on our field of dreams. I pray, I pray.....
