What I want to discuss, is my ranch or yours a place where the goal is to create an environment that says this is a joyful place to live and work and if not, why not?

Lately I’ve been waking up early, like 4am and just thinking, some people call it noodling. Well this morning of 1/16/202I it got me to thinking about the meaning of “something and nothing” and how I got here.

Camelot or “Paly High” were interchangeable for me. It was a mythical place, where that peaceful easy feeling could be found. It was a cheerful time, therefore condemned by naysayers for its frivolity and to be discarded for its lack of social upheaval.

At this very moment oxygen is rushing into my lungs allowing me to do some thinking about what the future holds for “we the people”.

I’m ready to leave now and where might you be going? Well on my Sunday morning hike with a blue sky above me into my mind came a question where do you find meaningful?

I wish there was another word for work because it’s so weighted down with the idea that there is only toil and drudgery associated with it that causes many to say “is that all there is”? What a terrible attitude to have to overcome.

Nature we need complexity to quiet the storms that brew in the single minded hearts of zealots.

So where do I fit in?

Why do I find myself looking back often at my ancestors' earliest times when our somewhat frazzled planet wasn’t quite so frazzled as it is today?

It’s 2 o’clock in the morning and I had fallen asleep in my favorite chair so it was easier to use the back bathroom to “leave a leak” when I noticed a light black ball at water level…

Then you’ll have to improve your water delivery system. I believe that the cheapest way to grow more grass is to harvest what you already have, that is underutilized because it’s too far to water.

The year was 1977 and George Burns had shown me what a one of a kind actor he was. He brought God into my soul in a way that I could grasp and believe in his presence.

It’s time to send Smokey packing before we allow him to do more damage to our Golden State.

Easier said and hard to do, especially if a person spends much time listening to the the evening news or one of our 24 hour news channels.

Happy 4th of July, the day we honor our countries inception, we honor our right to choose and recognize there’s still nothing new under the Sun.

What I have discovered in the last couple of weeks traveling around checking and fixing water troughs on the ranch is that the coronavirus has even made its presence known here at the V6. How so, you say?

My wife being a thrifty sort never let me throw out my old Levi’s and for many years, she would get her trusty Singer Sewing Machine out and with her inventory of no longer reparable jeans she would carefully cut a piece of the same color material to plug a hole in one of my well worn Levi’s with the idea to make the patch as inconspicuous as possible.

They certainly are an independent lot.

I now call myself a Grass-man first and a Cattleman second. It may seem inconsequential just a game of semantics but it’s not. Because now my priority is to look at the condition of the land first and the condition of the cattle second.

I’m not sure if I have a satisfied mind or maybe it’s a comfortable mind, either way they can roll with the punches and know that someday when our tenure here on earth is over, I do believe if you thought kindly of yourself amongst the living it follows that you get to take this attitude with you when you take your last breath.