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If you want to be a cowgirl, get ready to live by a slightly different set of rules than many women. Cowgirls do not let their estrogen levels rule their lives, they are not princesses in the sense of Paris Hilton, but they may be princesses in the sense of Rapunzel, because they still believe that there is wonder in the world and they want to share it with the people around them. There is a long lost moiré of polite society that says a real woman is refined in the art of inclusion, of seeing that all of the people in the room are engaged in conversation, that nobody is going unnoticed, and a real woman would never put her own insecurity ahead of the welfare or comfort of others. That may be the most important cowgirl trait there is, the one that can talk to the old, the young, the lovely and the unlovely and make them all feel welcome, and she is confident enough to talk to the most attractive woman in the room in the kindest and most gracious of manners. Being a cowgirl means you understand that how someone feels about you after you leave is not nearly as important as how they feel about themselves.
There is something about a fall rain that makes the mountains come alive. The colors are richer~ the greens are greener, the browns are browner, the golds are golder. The bark on the trees are a deep chocolate, the pine needles are washed and prefect forest green. The grasses glow with a soft yellow that autumn brings to them and the silvery clouds seem to hold the color to the mountain side.
I love fall, I love the smells, colors, and textures. It’s time to get the boots out for everyday wear. It’s time to get the sweaters out for those cool evenings. It’s time to get out the jackets with the fur on the collar for the extra bit of cozy. It’s time to get out the scarves, one in every color of course, for those afternoon walks through town.
Fall evenings are filled with Grandma’s hand-made quilts and a cup of coffee. Fall bring the warmth of a fire in the fireplace, the smell of ginger snap cookies in the oven, and the glow of a cozy fall evening in the mountains after the rain.
- Ginger Snaps Baking in the Oven (darkblucoffeebar.wordpress.com)
If it were entirely up to you there would be time for coffee every morning on the porch, the dog would be welcome in the Board Room and your children’s laughter would be the loudest noise you heard all day. If it were your choice people would always be treated with respect and the longest part of the day would be the ride you take over the range as the sun is just beginning to go down. Not everyone is asking your opinion but in the areas you control, you respond first with kindness, you give a little more than is expected, you make it a point to sit with the old man on the board walk to hear his stories about a long ago war. You’ve never seen anything quite as beautiful as the darks eyes of your mare peeking out from under her mane, and you make a point of letting the people you love know that you do, and you’ve no plans of quitting. You’re a cowgirl and it’s the little things that matter to you, because in the grand scheme of things they are all that you can count on.
As I listened to the rain in the evening on Saturday it took me back to when I was a little girl. In the summer we spent many days with our grandma. Without fail, as the afternoon turned into evening, the clouds would roll in. The clouds had rain in them every time and before we knew it, there was a downpour outside. This sparked chaos in the house! Grandma would grab the tea kettle for hot water on the stove and my sister and I would get out three coffee cups and pour coco mix in. We waited for the whistle to sound from the kettle, it seemed like it took ages to blow but finally there it went! Grandma quickly poured the water
into the three waiting cups and my sister and I would stir in the mix and add a few marshmallows to each cup.
All three of us would take our cups outside onto the covered patio. The rain was so loud! I remember the smell of the rain on the grass, mixed with hot chocolate in my cup! I remember the cool concrete on my legs as I sat cross-legged.
It was my favorite part of the day, my sister, me, and Grandma sitting on the patio, talking, giggling, and loving the summer rain!