A Day At The Ranch

Guess what I’m fixin’ to do?


Mow. And I don’t mean a typical yard. My brothers and I inherited our grandparents place near by. Not quite 23 acres. After they passed, because I moved to Oklahoma, it became my responsibility to care take. And it’s a chore let me tell you. My grandparents kept the place so pretty but they worked nearly everyday on it. And they also had the help of good friends on a near daily basis too.

Then there was little ole me. My son helped. And when I met Kel he helped too…quite a bit. So this has been going on for 11 years and it’s fallen on me the entire time save for 7 months when a brother thought it’d be cool to live at the ranch. Ha! It’s work baby. He soon found that out.

So off I go. First stop: gas. Only I didn’t grab the gas containers from the garage.

So off I go back home. Good thing. Not only did I forget the containers I forgot to lock the front door…water the dogs….and take off my jewelry. The yard has several single earrings hidden within the blades of grass.

Thank you Eggberts for being next to Quik Trip and having a Starbucks cuz this girl is not towing a mower behind a truck and going to the main store!

Have coffee will mow. This is a bad a** mower. Commercial grade. Zero turn which is a little tricky when you want to take a drink. You will not see the coffee stains on my tee shirt. !!

We used to mow…oh…say seven acres of the property. The remainder is hay, two ponds, and buildings. How do I know seven acres? I don’t. I just pulled it out. Now we mow five acres. How do I know it’s five acres? You got it.

It’s hard to tell but the foreground is mowed and the back ground is not. It’s at least a foot high.

This is a good time to touch on my MYR where I decreed that I will do things when I say I will….something like that. I was supposed to mow two weeks ago, then last week, then this past Monday, Tuesday for sure, Wednesday I promise, not even going there on Thursday. Now it’s Friday and if I don’t do it my husband will and that’s not right. So the grass grew. And then there was rain and the grass grew more. Off topic: how can I expect myself to follow an exercise and diet plan if I don’t do what I say I will as a kinda normal behavior in my life in general?

The south lawn looking toward the barns. It looks like hay was cut and ready to bale. There are three huge crape myrtle trees on the left. If only I could dig them up and transplant them on our puny one acre homestead.

This is a beautiful old oak tree in the front yard. She survived the Ice Storm of ’07 but lost a couple of branches so looks a little misshapen. But she’s lovely. If only I could dig it up…

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Ice Storm of ’07. I will only say this: over 100 truck loads to the city wood chipper place and to burn piles on the property.

Don’t let the pretty orange flowers fool you. This is poison sumac cleverly disguised as trumpet vine. I found this out the hard way. I call them unruly sons-a-bitches. It’s the devil’s plant. It grows along a fence line that’s a couple hundred feet.

Me. No, I do not have a mustache. It’s dirt. I’m covered in it. That’s how it goes mowing the ranch.

My savior after a day of mowing. Every inch of exposed skin gets slathered with this stuff.

This property is a gift to my brothers and me. It’s worth quite a bit of cash. I have to remember that it’s a gift and truthfully I don’t always do so. It’s a hassle….a day of work every week if Kel and I do it like we should. We mow grass in the summer and mow leaves from 60 year old trees in the fall, winter, and spring. There is a ton of weed eating and we’ve let that go. The house is barely holding on but the value is in the land so I cannot justify repairing house things because it will be torn down. It’s up for sale and one day it will be sold. Will I miss it?

4 thoughts on “A Day At The Ranch

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  2. These are great photos that really tell some history of how you’ve come to know and respect this property. I appreciate your patient attitude that it will be sold one day, your exhausting and tiresome upkeep will end, and you will say good-bye to a physical part of your life that holds beloved memories of your family. It happens to all of us eventually, that we have to say good-bye to old homes/homesteads/towns/places so very important to us in our youth, places we don’t realize are so special until we become adults and look back sadly, missing family now long-gone. Been there, done that.

    • So very true Llana. We thought we had it sold…was supposed to closed at the end of May but the buyer backed out. We have another potential buyer who is pretty happy that it happened but our family is now back to the negotiation stage. That can be nerve racking. My brother and his wife have moved up here from Texas and are now care taking the place until it does sell. It’s nice to have a break from the responsibility and know that the grass is still getting mowed.

      • Your hard work and the photo of you covered in dusty grit reminds me of my early marriage days. It used to take me 3 hours to mow, edge, rake, blow, and put away extension cords. THREE hours for a tiny subdivision lot. If I began too late in the morning, I sometimes felt overwhelmed with heat and humidity. One day when I’d done nearly all of it, I just had to stop and go in the house to the air conditioning, leaving the cords in a big heap on the garage floor for my husband to worry with when he came home from work. THAT was an interesting conversation: he was extremely irritated that I’d left a big jumbled mess of his previously neatly wound up cords on the floor. I suggested that it was a pretty good deal…. all he had to do was roll them up and put them away. If that was too irritating for him, then I would formally end my 3-hr yardwork efforts and leave ALL of that to him plus the cords. He never complained about the trade-off again.

        With my history, I can greatly appreciate how hard the work is at your grandparents’ old place, in spite of that amazing lawn mowing machine you have. Heat, humidity, thirst, bright sun, and POISON SUMAC, too? Ack!

        Good luck on the new buyer coming through for you this time.

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