Little Hands

We call ’em ranch hands, those handy folks who rope, ride, feed cattle, and know a heck of a lot more than I ever will about this ranch life. My husband and I are raising two little ones, and it is the best thing ever. I can look back with yearning, nostalgia, and happiness on things in the past, but nothing is as great as this current adventure.

Working hands

Yesterday we branded calves. It was a beautiful day in north central South Dakota. Sunshine. Little wind. Lots of laughs. Lots of good help, including our 2 little ranch hands.

A family affair

Our little boys worked alongside the big guys, which is how they learn. Our 6-year old already knows more about cattle feeding and cattle breeding than I’ll probably ever know.

Washing his hands with ice cubes

It was a joy to be outside rather than at a desk surrounded by textbooks. Hopefully we have many more adventures like this in the weeks to come. I give thanks for these little hands in my life. They’re dirty and make messes, but these little hands are learning, playing, and growing, and it is amazing!

Thanks for the great day, Uncle Bob!

It’s hard work being a ranch guy

Peace and Blessings to you!

The Displaced City Girl

One thought on “Little Hands

  1. This is such a nice heartwarming story with the pictures. Thank you for sharing. You have a special talent for writing.

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