Oh dear. Will we ever have a ranch? I have been in love with this ranch for months and months, and just saw it sold. I did not buy it. Who bought it? It should have been me.
I have wistfully looked at pictures of this place hundreds of times (this is best done while listening to Lady A's "Dancing Away With My Heart" - In fact I can't listen to that song any more without imagining all my little dreams about this place.)
I know the layout of all the outbuildings. I know how the house is arranged. I have imagined what it would be like making bread in that kitchen. I have pictured the boys riding up to the door to get a bit of breakfast before they headed off to work cows. I have invited cousins to spend the summer at the ranch with us. It was idyllic. We went swimming every day, watched muskrats, and floated in the canoes across the ponds. Then after the chores were done, we would watch the sun set while sitting on the porch. The boys would sing me songs on their guitars. Mr. Bechtel would grill something on the bbq, and we would watch the stars come out.
But nope. Not so. This is not the place. Oh well, there are wolves and bears here. And probably thousands of mosquitos.
There will be a better place.... Just around the bend....
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