My wife and I were married in 2001 and in the intervening years we have many of what my love likes to refer to as “Adventures”. One of our biggest adventures began five years ago when we took the plunge and decided to relocate to Missouri from Texas, the place where I was born and raised.
Our move here was prompted by two desires. First and foremost Mel wanted desperately to be closer to her only sister and her mother who already lived near the small town of Doniphan. Secondly, she had long dreamed of getting back into the horse business.
For my part, I would have been happy to live out my life in Texas and had no desire to move but when confronted with the opportunity to make my sweetheart happy and see her dreams come true, I didn’t hesitate. We moved to Missouri and founded our little Almosta Ranch.
We arrived in Missouri and settled into our new home in late Spring and the weather, I have to admit, was beautiful. Then the Summer came and that too was beautiful. What these folks called “hot” was like a fall day to a man like me, use to the blistering Texas sun.
Then the Winter came….our first Winter of our new “Adventure” and I discovered just what kind of adventure I had let myself in for. Being a son of Southeast Texas, close by the Gulf Coast where heat and humidity were almost constant companions, I was ill prepared for Winter in the Heartland. Back home, when the temps dropped below sixty we all broke out our artic gear and huddled by heaters but in my new home the temperature in Winter rarely got over sixty.
Then, one fateful morning, I awoke to this scene…..
And this one too.....
As I stood in shock and watched the nasty white stuff fall to the ground, I was joined on the porch by my sweet wife was laughing and smiling. clapping her hands, she was behaving like a kid on Christmas morning and this did little to lighten my mood.
To make matters worse, she had the audicity to remind me that it was feeding time. It was at this point that I learned what real misery was all about. I had to actually venture out in the crap and feed the animals....
Thankfully there was no sound with this picture because the steady stream of curse words flowing from my mouth would have made the devil blush.
That was five years ago and of course I survived none the worse for wear and much wiser in the ways of my new home. Eventually the Winter passed, as it always does and made way for another beautiful Spring then Summer where sights such as this one made all the hardship of Winter well worth it. So it goes with Adventures....