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O give me a home….

Where the Buckaroos can roam,

where the deer

and the Buckaroo’s play.
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,

And the skies are not cloudy all day!

How often at night when the heavens are bright, With the light from the glittering stars, Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed, If their glory exceeds that of ours.

We have our home on the range, well maybe it’s not on the range. It is a little more of woods, but it is glorious and we are amazed at our blessings.
We signed the papers, gave them the check, and we are now land owners!!! We camped out on our land this past weekend and got to work on building a road into where we will build our cabin. It was VERY cold at night, but the days were beautiful. My whole body hurts from working so hard.

Oh, what is that I see in the distance? The beginning of the road? and…

My Big Buckaroo is single-handedly cutting down the trees for the road. Oh, my hero!
I must go take some Ibuprofen now,
The Park Wife