My beautiful mountains, these are the
3 Sisters.
in honor of our Mr. Thomas Jefferson
our 3rd president of the United States.
He's here every morning to have coffee with me.
our high desert has many beauties, maybe only in the eye of the beholder,
but the dearest place on earth to me.
if only you could smell the heavy scent of juniper and sagebrush.
one of my favorite roads to walk
fall calves.
nothing sweeter than a newborn black angus calf.
I'm looking forward to seeing them run and play.
I hope you enjoy seeing a little of what I see every day.
If you close your eyes and let the crisp air brush your cheek
you can almost hear the sagebrush whispering
there are many tales in these old hills.
xoC
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