Home On The Range

Today I'd like to share a little something about me that no one in this blog world really knows. My family has a ranch in Marlin, Texas (no one knows where that is, I don't expect you to), owned by my grandpa, as well as a little piece of land that belongs personally to us. I was born and raised in the city, but I've got the roots of a country girl and I'll never forget it. I've grown up visiting the ranch, riding horses, helping with cattle, driving through endless pastures, and fishing in tanks. It's one of my favorite places to be. I feel like it's a big part of who I am because it means so much to my family and it's what my family loves. The ranch brings all of us together even though we all lead our own lives and live apart, at the ranch we're all together without a care in the world.



Above is a picture of my horse, Willie, and I last Spring. I grew up riding Willie and I love him to pieces. He's now much too old to ride and honestly, doesn't have much time left. I always try to make time to visit him when I'm there and bring him a few carrots. He's such a sweetheart.



These are our cows on our little bit of land. They're my dad's pride and joy. He loves to go take care of "his girls." It's funny though that so many people in my family have made their fortunes raising cattle, because my sister is a vegetarian and I rarely eat beef.

Anyway, I'm off to tidy up the house and maybe rake some leaves in the yard with my sister. If I had my way we'd be heading off to Houston to visit my cousin, but I'm not sure that's going to happen. I just hope I get to go to the ranch this weekend! Fingers crossed!