Loving Creek Ranch
Denton County, Texas
1983 - 2017

" The house that built Caitlin "

August 25, 2017 . . and so the WORLD TOUR begins : )

 

The Cowboy Way . . .

Being a Cowboy is doing the right thing; common wisdom born of simple virtues and strong ideals.

It is a strict adherence to honesty even when it is not in their best interests.  It is having an inherent sense of justice in a world where the cards are often stacked against us.

Cowboys try to hold on to enough common sense to recognize the value of a lost cause, and the cost of lost values.

Generally speaking, cowboys are quietly reserved in all things except freedom, fresh air and Saturday night.

Constant to friends, they are more so when friends need them, less so when they don't.

Familiar with hard work they know hard knocks and hard roads.

Often given to tears when lesser individuals would display indifference; they are given to joy in a few places others would only find disdain.

Cowboys enjoy plain living, not because they relish doing without, but because they have discovered the treasures within.

And, finally, Cowboys have that elusive emotion called courage which is, at worst, a badly directed sense of conceit and, at best, it is the stuff of which dreams are made
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So God Made a Farmer . . .

Paul Harvey speech to the FFA National Convention
delivered November 1978, Kansas City, MO

And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker"  -- so God made a Farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board" -- so God made a Farmer.

"I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild; somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his wife’s done feeding visiting ladies, then tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon -- and mean it" -- so God made a Farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt,  and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say, 'Maybe next year.' I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps; who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, and then pain’n from tractor back,' put in another seventy-two hours" -- so God made a Farmer.

God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds, and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. -- so God made a Farmer.

God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bails, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark."

It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners; somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week’s work with a five-mile drive to church; somebody who would bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh, and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son says that he wants to spend his life "doing what dad does" -- so God made a Farmer.