Monday, November 30, 2009
I used to think of myself as such a "city girl," and while I appreciate the convenience and opportunity of an urban way of life, I am so thankful that we have quiet little piece of land to visit, and that my Dad would sooner be buried on this hillside than leave it.
So we spent Thanksgiving on the farm, which isn't much more of a farm than our own backyard, but it is bigger (and prettier).
We took a walk down to the river.
We took a sunset Ranger ride (Hi, Beth Anne and Aunt Cynthia!).
And every morning, we were up and at'em before the frost melted. It did this girl's heart some good.
And it did this girl some good too -- she went days without seeing a leash or a fence, and had so much fun she didn't want to get in the car to come home.
Being a farm dog sure is exhausting.