06 November 2010
There's no place like home.
I love this time of year on the ranch. The air is so crisp and cool, but the sun is still warm. The leaves are mostly gone, and the grass is yellow. The willows along the ditches have dropped their leaves and the branches have turned bright red and orange. The animals have become fluffy looking with their winter coats growing in. The birds are gone and it's so quiet, like nature is coasting along before dropping off to sleep. As I drove closer to home, I knew just what I would find when I got there.
My dad would be off doing some job with cattle in preparation for winter. My mom would be at her desk, catching up on bills and letters. There would be a fire burning in the fireplace to "take the chill off the house" as she says, and there would be a pot of soup on the stove, ready for whenever dad finishes his project and comes in.
The same; comfortable, safe, welcoming, constant.