“All that is wild is winged—life, mind, and language…”
Jay Griffiths, Wild: An Elemental Journey
“It’s wild to be surrounded by wildlife and hear the birds all the time,” Luke said. I took the video above our first morning on the ranch. (Turn up the volume for birdsong.)
At last, I share our beautiful time on the ranch in May. Wyatt and Luke arrived the week before to prepare for branding. Long gone the days of strapping kids into carseats, listening to endless books-on-CD, and tossing goldfish over my shoulder while driving, hoping come might land close enough for somebody to catch. Noé, Wynn, and I rolled into the lane that evening, 14 hours after leaving Santa Fe.
Dad, Mom, Wyatt, and Luke waved from the front patio.
Luke on south porch. I can’t even imagine how many books he’s read on the ranch through the years.
Dad prepares for branding.
Grandma Grace’s lilacs.
Photo on the fridge. This was Wynn’s ranch wear for years. Tutu, Wranglers, pixie haircut and pink cowgirl boots – yes, yes, and YES.
Cheyenne River breaks.
Feeding baby calves – 20 years of photos of the kids doing this.
Mom wears her branding shirt, “Does this saddle make me look fat?”
Bringing in the herd.
Wynn at the dam.
Cousins! Cuzzin Missy, Mom, Cuzzie Jessie. Mom and Cuzzin Jessie grew up here together.
Our incredible Cuzzin Missy.
I learned how to castrate this year. I’ll just leave that right there…
Our time on the ranch was far too brief, which increased the poignancy and power.
There is something about multiple generations coming together on a ranch of deep roots, many chapters, and the creation of deep love that goes straight to one’s heart. It is an experience of beauty.