But glory be, we now have a new Cow Boss
(aka our son) and while he doesn’t totally love fencing, he likes it more than
chasing ornery cows.
The huge bonus for me is the ever-growing
pile of old cedar fence posts that the Cow Boss brings back to my
woodpile.
It was Wilf Carter who put these posts in – a long, long time ago. They don’t owe us anything.
Now, back to the cows: Looking out on this herd happily munching on
the wonderful new green growth,
It was Wilf Carter who put these posts in – a long, long time ago. They don’t owe us anything.
I'm going to enjoy this cedar next winter. It's the best kindling for my woodstove.
AND, I’ll have plenty for a craft project I have planned, too.
Yippee!
AND, I’ll have plenty for a craft project I have planned, too.
Yippee!
“He
owns the cattle on a thousand hills…”
I just had to look it up – it’s Psalm 50:10.
"For every beast of the forest is mine,
and the cattle upon a thousand hills."
Once again, I am reminded that everything belongs to God.
I often say that we don’t really ‘own’ the
land; we just borrow it for the time we're here and then leave it for someone
else to work. Everything we say we ‘own’
really belongs to God. He gives and He
takes away.
Some 35 years ago, my friend, Val, helped
change my perspective on ‘stuff’. “It’s all gonna burn anyway,” she told me.
Yikes – that might sound harsh, but if you are
a believer, prophesy indicates that this world and everything in it will
someday burn up.
I don’t want to be too attached to things
that are destined for the burn pit. How
about you?
In the meanwhile, I've decided not to share this blog entry with the Cow Boss. Pretty sure he'd have some crack about, 'whoever owns the cows is responsible for the fencing!'
In the meanwhile, I've decided not to share this blog entry with the Cow Boss. Pretty sure he'd have some crack about, 'whoever owns the cows is responsible for the fencing!'