Why is it when summer rolls to an end, I feel a natural self defense rise up. An urge to call on winter. A defiable sense of ability to weather out another year of cold crisp mornings and the freezing blowing winds of Wyoming. We know we can do it because it has been done before. This year is no different, other than incredible rain we have been getting this week. What a way to call in the changing season. Kids have returned to school, have I mentioned that they go to the Poison Spider School. Jeff and I are scrambling to finish all the goals we had set in the spring. It has been a crazy year once again. The older I get the more I realize that there is a lot of truth to the saying "Time Marches On". It certainly does. As we roll into what is my favorite season of the year we prepare for shipping, pregging, a full load of cowboy music festivals and gatherings, reunions with friends and families and the onset of another winter. Also getting ready to launch my new CD, "Old Poly Rope" the first of October and I'm so excited to share a little more of what makes me happy. As I went out this morning and smelled the fresh smell of rain on sagebrush and felt the tinge of fall in the air I couldn't help but want to shout out "Come on Fall" bring it on. Hopefully this year we will be ready for ya. Im putting in a sneak peak of a new song on the CD, rightfully named, "Come on Fall" for you to preview. Keep in mind this is a rough draft but since many have asked, here you go.
In case some of you are wondering,
why we choose this life we live,
why we choose to give the more “simple life”
to ourselves and to our kids
What it is about a cold clear day
the beauty of the snow
the sounds of horses munchin’ on the hay,
that’s got our hearts just so
Well, it doesn’t take much explainin’
for you that listen to a thought
for it’s simply just a state of mind
when you’re happy with what you’ve got
A couple kids….or maybe more
a husband or a wife
or maybe just the chance you’ve had
to live this kind of life
The ability to appreciate the simple things at hand
A day without wind for one, is something I can understand
A true hard workin’ friend, a horse,
who doesn’t give a care,
if you simply haven’t got a thing,
or if you’re a millionaire.
So as I step out in the cold this day,
I’ve given this a lot of thought.
I might be a “Simple” Girl,
but I’m sure proud of what I’ve got.
Trinity Seely, Thoughts from a ranch wife!
I’ve decided after thinkin’ that my home resembles that
Of a feed yard, in the winter, the feeders and the fats
I start my daily duties by saddlin’ up and ridin’ pens.
Which in this case resemble, the dirty rooms of my children.
Oh there’s much to be sorted, doctored, weighed and shipped
I swear that I just did this, must have been too ill equipped.
Just to catch the little yearlin’ I’ll have to rope and tie him down
to give a little tylenol, who would have thought I’d go the rounds?
Oh the others, they are easy, just as long as they get fed
If I only had a feed truck, probably easier than said
But no, it gets more difficult than a nutritional degree
When it comes time to decidin’ what will be the dinner feed
I know I shouldn’t say it, but I’ve thought a time or two
How it’d be a whole lot easier to use a cattle chute
To load ‘em in the pick up, run ‘em through the door
To change a dirty diaper or get ‘em out the store
And the gates, well there no match, to the number of the times
That I buckle up the car seat, or explain a reason “Why”
And when the evening comes, and the kids are bedded down
I’ll just be preparin’ myself for another morning round.