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Tying the Knox!

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The TRUE DIY wedding, Margie Pettigrove and Adam Knox hosted at Knolle Jersey Farms October 18th, was an event not to be missed. Friends and family from all over the U.S. (and a couple international visitors too) descended on a small Texas town to witness these two lovebirds #TieTheKnox!


The outdoor wedding was held at the fabulous hand-laid brick labyrinth in the style of Chartres Cathedral, where the center was an ancient live oak tree that towered over the couple and their guests. The rain lighting up the radar and drenching roads just east of the wedding knew there was love in the air and simply decided to take a different route, keeping the sky blue the whole day long.


The reception was held in a old barn where wildflowers festooned the tables atop turquoise burlap runners and small votive candles created a gorgeous ambience that everyone appreciated. Oh, and the cake. Totally gone. I’m pretty sure people ate the crumbs. Hand delivered by a friend and guest of the wedding who drove down from Austin, the Driskill Hotel 1886 chocolate cake was a hit!

Many thanks to the Pettigrove and Knox families for throwing such a beautiful day!




Sandhill Cranes

Winter is a stark and beautiful time of year at the ranch. Nothing seems to grow or shrink. Everything seems to be waiting for things to simply get less like they are.

Throughout the day the Sandhill Cranes fly over our house, calling out their wild song. Here is a link to what they sound like: Sandhill Crane Sound.

At our neighbors place across the road, about a million (more or less) cranes gathered for some rest, some water and some delicious bugs. I ran to the house and got my camera and headed over there for a few shots. Unfortunately my dude had drained my camera’s battery the night before and so I only got about 6 shots total before I packed it back up. The two below were my favorites of the group.

cranespond2 cranepond1These also represent the last of my Canon shots. I have a new shiny camera to play with as of yesterday!

You can leave the ranch, but the ranch doesn’t leave you

With Vicks under our noses and Nyquil in our veins we lay sleeping under fifty blankets in my parents’ New England house. Clearly, we’re a long way from the ranch and as much as we sometimes like to pretend that it (and the work that goes with it) ceases to exist when not in our vision, 3:30AM was a good time to get a reminder how very real it is.

My husband’s phone quacks, lighting up the darkness with someone’s urgency. It takes us a both about three rings to figure out why there is a bloody duck droning on in the middle of the night. Oh yes, that is my husband’s ringtone. Neither one of us can lift the our bodies from beneath the pile of blankets fast enough to answer it before the screen light goes off.

I find my phone, use my extremely handy flashlight app and search through his pants pockets to find the duck within. The screen lights up again with a voicemail. Oh no. Oh no. No wrong caller here.

So in these scenarios its always best to think the worst, because then when its just something annoying and crappy and not your loved ones death, you’re more or less happy to do said annoying thing.

The words of a country acquaintance hit our ears from the speakerphone: cow out, main road, sheriff’s office, 6 hours working on it, please come deal with your shit.

Well, this is pretty high up on list of super annoying things to have to do when you are two thousand miles away. We now have to return the middle of the night favor, only with a time zone between us and start calling our ranch family at 2:30AM to go help the cops corral this little lady. Cows are so considerate…. Maybe steak should become the new turkey?

The family house line rings, and rings and rings and rings and rings and rings and rings and rings and rings. We call back and the line rings and rings and rings and rings and rings and rings and rings. So we call back and the line rings and I think you get the picture here. At one point we think they turned the ringer off, which is not good news for those running around all over the road trying to get this cow back where it belongs.

Because we had no other option my husband must call one of the guys that works for us to get his fence tools and head over to the site. This way the cops can cut the fence he will repair it before any other cattle get out. This requires going from a stone cold (and toasty warm) sleep to speaking spanish (he is a native English speaker who studied for years, but switching gears can be a rough) over the phone. Luckily, my husband is amazing and the employee is incredibly understanding and good natured about the entire ordeal.

We try to wake up family again and the phone rings and rings and rings and rings and rings and rings. So we call back and it rings and rings and rings and then a wobbly voice on the other end means we have a connection. Clearly annoyed at having their sleep interrupted, but knowing there is only one thing to do, they get out of bed and go into the night to help get that cow back to pasture.


Photo above was taken by me, and is not the nighttime runaway.
I call this cow Peaches.