Soapweed
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Shortgrass is still on a sabbatical leave. Our wish is for him and his lovely bride to enjoy their vacation, but to hurry back soon so he can take over these Good Sunday Mornin's again. :wink:
This past Tuesday, a funeral was held for a long-time area resident and rancher. It was my honor and privilege to be asked to be a pallbearer.
Back in the late 1980's, I had wintered a bunch of replacement heifer calves in a backgrounding lot over a hundred miles from home. We were facing a dry spring with new grass in short supply. None of our neighbors seemed to have any extra grass to rent, and it was worrisome trying to figure out what to do with these heifers. My winter feed bill was high, and if I just sold them for market price, the "bottom line" was not going to look very attractive. Besides, they were our best heifers and I really wanted to see what kind of cows they would turn out to be. The ranch that was wintering these yearlings only had feed until May 15th, and then the heifers definitely needed to be moved.
It was a Sunday morning about the 10th or 12th of May. Our kids were quite small at the time, and I told Peach that she and the kids would have to go to church without me. Things were hectic, and I was just too busy to go. We were just sitting down to breakfast when the phone rang. It was a rancher from twenty miles to the east. He said, "You don't happen to know anyone who might have some cattle to put out for the summer?"
My response was, "Did you hear that I am looking for pasture?"
He said, "No, but you get around a bit, and I was hoping you might know someone who is looking for grass."
My prayers had been answered, and I most certainly did end up going to church that Sunday morning.
The man whose funeral I attended this past week was the man who, with God's help, came to my rescue some twenty years ago. He was 87 years old at the time of his death. He was always a gentleman, and a good honest upright Christian man. There was a large crowd in attendance to pay their last respects.
Funeral in a little country church
Have a good Sunday mornin' and a great rest of the week.
This past Tuesday, a funeral was held for a long-time area resident and rancher. It was my honor and privilege to be asked to be a pallbearer.
Back in the late 1980's, I had wintered a bunch of replacement heifer calves in a backgrounding lot over a hundred miles from home. We were facing a dry spring with new grass in short supply. None of our neighbors seemed to have any extra grass to rent, and it was worrisome trying to figure out what to do with these heifers. My winter feed bill was high, and if I just sold them for market price, the "bottom line" was not going to look very attractive. Besides, they were our best heifers and I really wanted to see what kind of cows they would turn out to be. The ranch that was wintering these yearlings only had feed until May 15th, and then the heifers definitely needed to be moved.
It was a Sunday morning about the 10th or 12th of May. Our kids were quite small at the time, and I told Peach that she and the kids would have to go to church without me. Things were hectic, and I was just too busy to go. We were just sitting down to breakfast when the phone rang. It was a rancher from twenty miles to the east. He said, "You don't happen to know anyone who might have some cattle to put out for the summer?"
My response was, "Did you hear that I am looking for pasture?"
He said, "No, but you get around a bit, and I was hoping you might know someone who is looking for grass."
My prayers had been answered, and I most certainly did end up going to church that Sunday morning.
The man whose funeral I attended this past week was the man who, with God's help, came to my rescue some twenty years ago. He was 87 years old at the time of his death. He was always a gentleman, and a good honest upright Christian man. There was a large crowd in attendance to pay their last respects.
Funeral in a little country church
Have a good Sunday mornin' and a great rest of the week.
No one appreciates your standing in for Shortgrass more than Shortgrass does. We are back in Colorado, but on Thursday we fly to Atlanta on a trip Janice won with Aflac. Will need Soapweeds capable assistance next week also. Building on what Soapweed said last week, Janice won that trip to Georgia to Aflac Headquarters, and she gets to take a guest, so if you want to go to Atlanta, you can ride on the wifes coattail. If you want to get to Heaven, everyone must pick up their own personal ticket. It has been paid for already. Great point. All things for a reason is a good reminder. A neighbor who lost his spouse to cancer last year has had a daughter diagnosed with breast cancer while we were gone, his son in law also diagnosed with prostate cancer, and a daughter-in-law lost a diabetic brother all in the same week and the same family. We need to know that there is a reason, even though we don't always understand. Great time in Branson, will try to post a pic or two soon, but now am trying to get outside work done. Thanks again :!: :!:
