|Fireflies in one of our pastures at midnight|
When we first moved to the Ranch last summer, I asked my sister, who was from this area, what was down our road in the opposite direction. Her reply still resonates with me.
"Just a whole lotta nothin'," she said flatly.
I smiled, knowing I was home.
It's true: there really isn't much where we live. I drive over 20 miles round trip just for groceries. The horizon around our neck of the woods isn't polluted with neon McDonald's signs; in fact, the nearest McDonald's is at the same place as the grocery store, over 20 miles from home.
|A pasture of sheep about three miles from the Ranch|
But, for a whole lotta nothing, there sure is a lot of something going on out here: life.
|A bird's nest I found at the Ranch: made of (what else): husky hair and pieces of blue tarp I use for roofs over the kennels!|
I recently spent over 12 hours in the city for several back-to-back photo assignments. As soon as I returned home, I breathed a sigh of relief. The city is nice, but I wouldn't want to live there.
I have so many things here that I love. Like, my sweet hens, "The Ladies."
|The Ladies leaving the barn for a morning spent free ranging|
|A field of winter wheat just about ripe for the harvest across the street from the Ranch|
Gorgeous lilies that grow wild and cover the grounds at the Ranch.
|The 150 acre corn field directly across from the Ranch|