Cold and foggy yesterday morning, we drove the cows and calves we branded on Thursday back to Belle Point. A fairly easy climb to Greasy Cove as steam rises from the cattle in front of Terri, Robbin and Lee.
Cold and foggy yesterday morning, we drove the cows and calves we branded on Thursday back to Belle Point. A fairly easy climb to Greasy Cove as steam rises from the cattle in front of Terri, Robbin and Lee.
It’s all about the girls
on this ranch, mothers
and grand, grandmothers
grazing a life away.
We’ve found our pace
despite the drought
trusting one another’s
competence and will.
Gentle strumming
in the background,
dark to light
and black again,
no day the same,
each moment full
of contrasting details,
lyrics raining down.
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