The day after my birthday our U.S. Postal carrier drove into our farm yard; greeted with a barking beagle, and myself. (I was outside gathering firewood for the wood stove when she drove in).
Amongst the bills and advertisers was a package too large for our rural mail box.
After giving me the mail, Boomer a dog cookie, she backed up her jeep and took off. I finished loading up the wheel-barrow, stacked the mail and my ‘package’—oh, how neat. I wonder just what it is? Boomer and I headed into the house.
Once inside I saw the package had come all the way from Canada and my very talented ranching friend, Linda.
If any of you would love to see the type of work she does (not counting all the farm and ranch work on their huge spread way up there in Canada) head on over here. Linda is amazingly talented.
How very lucky I am!
With much love your friend,