Pick Two...

Another memory plucked from the little brown grab bag...

Using our creative juices together as a team, my brother, Brian and I climbed onto the back of the road grader. Daddy was getting ready to grade the dirt roads surrounding the ranch. Deep breath...mm..mm..mm..the fresh, moist smell of dirt that has just been turned over by the road grader blade...the smooth softness of the dirt... all are great canvases for little bare feet to "foot brush" squiggles and curves as the grader slowly moves. Needless to say, these pieces of "art" are not able to be displayed on the wall or preserved with other memorabilia!!

The blazing sun has set, the rejuvenating coolness has touched our skin. We are ready for more fun! Daddy is ready to roll in the Jeep, 22 rifle by his side. And we are two eager passengers. We are hunting jack rabbits!!! I know, they are such cute things with those long ears! However, they devour the alfalfa, our future fodder for the hay-eating animals. Once a jack rabbit is spotted, the bright, blinding spotlight lights up his world, the Jeep rolls to a stop and BLAM!!! Daddy reduces the jack population by one! No, we did not get to shoot. Later on, I did get to do some target practice with the 22 rifle but no hunting.