She left the big city and headed out West
My Fanny Shenanigan was looking to test
Her mettle and fettle and jingles and wrangles
So she packed ropers, and blue jeans, perfume, and bangles
She dropped outta touch for what seemed quite a spell
Some thought maybe she wasn’t doing so well
But I knew my Fanny was just scouting for land
Where she could do what she dreamed, what she always had planned
She looked high, she looked low, she looked all around
Then I got the note saying she had finally found
Just the right spot where she thought she could grow
She chortled and said it’s called The Big O
She’d named her ranch and then hung the sign
Fresh Air, Food, Laughter and Wine
Everyone needs to let go, she said
Sometimes in their lives, before they are dead
Come join me here, Fanny wrote to me
Life can be huge I’m beginning to see
I’m living quite large and starting to glow
You can find me these days at Rancho Big O.
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Comments
But it certainly seems whimsical and breezy.
Try a cashmere sweater if it seems cool at the edge of the cliff.
Steve i am afraid there is no photography allowed at this location.;-)
Joan yes indeed. Its chi time!
All cowgirls need wide open spaces
(and one or two other things) to put smiles on they faces...
Sue, yes!! Fanny O Shenanigan finds her groove...:-)
;)