Our barn holds so many memories for me, and I know that someday my own girls will be making their own memories in that big red sanctuary. I wasn’t born in a barn, but am damn sure glad I grew up in one.
Till next time, friends~ Richelle
The cliche’ red paint color on the outside with unfinished wood beams inside. A dirt floor, a tack room full of saddles and reins and retired horse equipment from years gone by. Closed with up with cracked windows and heavy, hard to open doors, barn is not just another old building on a ranch. A barn is an institution of higher learning; a home; shelter in a storm, a storage unit. Big or small, old or new, stout and strong or fallen into disrepair; a barn is a mainstay in livestock country. They are a tribute to hard work, and cowboy architecture. A child that grows up in the barn learns things she would never learn in school; birth, death, responsibility. I have a lot of great memories from the barn on our ranch- playing with the kittens in the loft (but being scared to death to climb up the 2x4 ladder to get there); the smell of horse sweat and leather in the tack room; playing half-court basketball with my cousins with a hoop whose net was barely hanging on. I can remember sitting on the old pickup bench seat that was turned into a dog bed for the cow dogs, and racing between the horse stalls. I will never forget the time I opened the back walk-through door and ended up with a bat in my hair; I was jumping around and screaming like an idiot while my mom stood back and laughed {Yep, I am pretty sure she peed her pants a little}. I remember being the one to find my dad’s old dog, on a cold day, laying on that old pickup seat, and not being to wake him up and learning death comes swiftly and can’t be stopped; and yet watching a cow give birth in a back stall and being amazed at the hope that comes with new life.
Our barn holds so many memories for me, and I know that someday my own girls will be making their own memories in that big red sanctuary. I wasn’t born in a barn, but am damn sure glad I grew up in one. Till next time, friends~ Richelle
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AuthorHi, I am Richelle. I am a mother to two wild and crazy little cowgirls, a wife and friend to pretty awesome cowboy, and a lover of all things western. This is just my collection of my own observations of life, some of my photos, and a few recipes here and there. I hope you enjoy! Categories
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