Saturday, March 19, 2011

Yippe Yi Yo

Barn quilts are projects to add a little beauty to our farms. There are many sites that will take you on county tours.

Seeing most of the famous westerns to grace the television, tobacco became the topic. They took deep pleasure in chewing, smoking and a variety of other ways to partake. It amazed him each time he tried one, they were not his bag. One fellow he had worked with never lit his cigar. It became smaller through the day. He tried one of those and after a bit had to sit on a log. The world had totally changed for the worse. While sitting there the haze began to clear and there stood a morel mushroom. He had been looking for quite a bit chewing on that nasty cigar. Lighting it up he blew each puff a different direction, giving praise to the sun, moon, stars and life. He sat on another log and the delicious mushrooms appeared more. Soon he was rotating around where he marked his mother load of mushrooms by hanging his hat on a branch above. Sitting that smoky beast down he gathered them as fast as he could. Soon he was walking back to his hat with a nice sack of what he was after. Much better than eating those steer fries. The cigar stayed along with that nasty habit.

A call woke him up that morning. It was his favorite clothier with some new shirts in his size. Just the deal he needed, maybe some new boots too. He really had wondered if he needed any of this, and quickly headed for the store. It was a nice place where his charges were written on a note card, and paid a little with each paycheck. One pair of boots had an interesting feel to him and he asked what part they were made from. Telling what he had decided on he hoped he would get a nice discount, another bargain with shopping there. Just enough to cover the fourth shirt, so he left with a smile.

Riding out into the herd he asked them all how they were doing. Everyone was looking fine and it felt good to be among them. He wished it was buffaloes and tried to imagine his last time riding a truck into a large herd while working at a large preserve. He felt the tranquility of these gentle giants. They hung out and ate most of their day. Riding over to a neighbor’s pasture he watched some dairy cattle that almost looked like they wore eye makeup. A shaded portion swirled around their big eyes. He sat and watched them for quite some time enjoying their simple beauty. His horse stirred and he came out of his trance. There stood a wayward old cow and she followed him back to the house.

An auction offered horses rounded up on federal land. That wild mustang called at him to spend large amounts to take care of it. He found he liked each one, but chose one nice one. He didn’t realize how sore this one would make him misbehaving while getting broke. It was fun to tell his other cowboy friends when they compared things where they got hurt. He ended up having to go for a shot in his knee from a previous accident with this wild child. Maybe it would tame with age he thought, thinking of some other names that he should have named it.

He watched an old movie that was two years older than him. The cowboy was speaking to a Native American, in bad broken English. It reminded him trying to use the language in another country, the same kind of broken phrases. He laughed wondering what some of the people at hotels thought of him with such choppy language. It worked, but often didn’t expand your abilities. This poor chief was to be in limbo with our language for the rest of his life. When it was over he walked out onto his porch. Looking at the sky he wondered who all was out doing the same. That land sang him a tune and he could almost imagine the coyote wailing. It was the dog who normally barks at everything. The coyotes traveled in stealth going through this area, but a few neighbors had seen them. They sensed his cowboy spirit when they were near.

A bird called out
It said to me
Stay and enjoy
All you can see.
I listened far
And I listened near
All I could hear
Was natures cheer.


  1. Fantastic photos and a smoking story that is common to most people.

    Darryl and Ruth : )

  2. Thank you for the beautiful pictures and great post, but i have to say i enjoyed the little poem at the end the most!


  3. The yellow metal chair in the first photo is great! We sit in the same ones every year when we visit the lake in MN each year. The same chairs have been there since I was a very little. Best chairs to make smores in! Great memories:)

  4. Another great set of photos, Steve. I especially enjoyed the chair by the fire, the pinto and its reflection in the water, and the hexagonal building. Any idea what the history is of that building? It looked as if there were curtains in one of the windows.

  5. Those old barns have a certain nostalgic classic aura about them. The ones around here look like trash heaps about to fall down. Perhaps the humidity in our summer air encourages the wood to rot faster.

  6. Well, I love them All Steve...especially the upside down cow shot!!
    Happy Saturday!

  7. That third picture of the horse and its reflection - magnificent!!! And the cows...they look like they should be in a children's book!
    PS Were the chocolates good? Belgium after all - must have been! :)

  8. Old barns add such a rich tapestry to our lives, a bit of history that one can touch. Today's pre-fab barns are gone, poof, in the blink of any eye. The oldsters hang in there, a bit weathered with each life punch...and a bit more beautiful.

    Beautifully done! I enjoy how your theme travels with such ease.

  9. Super awesome photos today, Steve. You've outdone yourself. :)

  10. How cool, barn quilts. I've never seen one before.

  11. Your world is so wonderful to view. I'm so glad you share with us.

  12. Good evening, lovely pictures you have tonight. I especially like the barn quilts. We've had a few show up in Western Kentucky and I always wish I had my camera when I stumble across them.

  13. I've really enjoyed the posts with all the old barn photos. They make me want to start my own collection before they all vanish. Used to be nothing but small dairy farms around here and nearly all of them are now history.

  14. I love the first image and the one of the horse and its reflection. You find the more beautiful, weathered structures and photograph them so beautifully.

  15. 1. Yippy Yi yo yourself! I'll pull up a chair at your fire anytime, Steve.

    2. I loved the barn quilts of the midwest, too.

    3. That poor cow's bulging utter!

    4. Beautiful story... every time.

    Hugs, Steve!

  16. Steve,
    the barns are priceless; reminds me of my grandparents farm...thanks for sharing those!

  17. I just love those old barns and I love those cow's faces..Ha! I used to stop along the side of the road a few years back just to take pictures of cows. Must be from my childhood when we lived on a farm.

  18. The horse and its reflection....I LOVE it!
    Was that your chair you hopped out of in the 1st photo? I should have jumped into it while you were away...looks a lovely place to sit!

  19. Your story reminded me of a old western I saw recently and how the 'shopping' went for the cowboys. Payments, pleasure in bargins even back then and appreciation of getting '4' new shirts, etc. Now a days with our 'shop'til we're broke' attitude, many could learn a lesson from this part of the story alone.

    Always love reading your stories, Steve! & your 'country' pictures are priceless. The red barn with the 'parking' stall, looks just like the old barn on a family farm back home in Nebraska. Brought back memories, because we lived there when my 3 boys were very young and they loved that old barn. :-)

    Have a Great week, Steve!! ~ Coreen


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