This is my barn cat Poppy, whom we rescued after being run over as a kitten. He lives outside at night but come inside for napping on cold and rainy days. He is also my constant companion when I work in the garden. He goes after voles and mice and crickets. He hides in the deep thyme and the tall grasses. And he also passes out on my sofa, dead to the world. He is not a cuddly cat but he is a buddy cat. He always has my back and shadows me on the farm.
Monday, May 13, 2013
A few weeks ago my husband and I volunteered to decorate for a special event. The Missouri Cowboy Poets were going to perform in our small town. So we rounded up our horse tack, rugs, cow skulls and hats to decorate the stage. The talent came in and we got a treat. Real cow folks singing and reading stories. I wished the younger generations had come by. These were stories and songs of the way of life that still exists today here in the Ozarks. Cows escape, lost horses, changes in the old ways and nature were some of the topics shared. I even got to read a poem written by a trail rider. It was a fun morning and was over too quickly. I am so glad I was there to experience this unique event.
The donated back drop and our props from around the farm.