aurora borealis

Who needs to see the northern lights when you can have a Wyoming sunset.

After every thunder and lightning storm (with very little rain mind you) we drive to the ranch entryway and glass the hills looking for smoke. We can’t even enjoy a  light rainfall without being nervous about a fire.

But it’s always a great opportunity to capture a colorful sky.

A pink rainbow appeared twice last week, this one came last Thursday .

I was going to post this last Friday with the title “Who needs Aurora when you’ve got Wyoming?” (or something to that effect, titles are always the hardest). But when I woke up to the news of the senseless events in Aurora Colorado, I along with everyone else in the nation, sat stunned and disgusted. My title was then obviously inappropriate. In fact I couldn’t bring myself to write anything. To take the words from my friend Seasweetie, “there really are no words.”

A week later still, I’m speechless.

For the victims, deceased and living, their families and their heroes, I send you all pink rainbows and pray you will find peace and resolution in the days and years to come.

With Sincerest Love,
Leah

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Taking a Breather

Wyoming is inhaling at the moment. The air is calm and warm and the sky is gorgeous. After several days of constant exhaling with 60 to 90 mph gusts, the grass is laying sideways and tree limbs are scattered throughout the meadows.

We might see snow from those clouds but for now, we are enjoying the calm beauty this Saturday.

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Only From the Heavens

Oh Wyoming sunsets, how I love thee.

In the rearview mirror, I see this. Over the flats of the Mule Shoe Ranch, the mountains are crowned with streaks of gold and red with the cyan sky peeking through.

To my right, red and orange and pink hues hover above the meadows.

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Fire in the Valentine Sky

The weather was absolutely gorgeous yesterday. T-shirt weather in Wyoming in February. Unbelievable!
But the most unbelievable part about yesterday was the incredible evening sunset.

We had an exciting surprise when we arrived to the bluffs to feed Patrick’s cattle. Let’s just say that the neighbors bull jumped the fence  last year and we had a couple of bundles of joy waiting for us…a month early. Tune in tomorrow for the baby announcements. 😉

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