However It Came To Be


Freezing temperatures swing some 30 to 40 degrees. There are signs of spring in the songs of the birds and broken buds on the trees. Fires burned the winter’s dry dead grass across the Red River earlier in the week.

Beneath the tinder, the cattle already enjoy fresh sprouts of growing green grass and the calves born around the time of an ice storm are at play in the newly found warming air. While a quick glance at the national weather map reveals freezing temps to the northeast and northwest, we who live in the south central United States are enjoying a pleasant day, albeit with high winds.

Turkey sightings increase by the day in nearby properties, though I’ve yet to see any here on the ranch. Owls and coyotes continue their nightly calls, and a war between a skunk and a rat seems to finally have ceased waking the dead in the very late and very early morning hours that exist in darkness. For a few days it was difficult to go anywhere without spotting deer in a field. I’ve not seen many in the country who don’t enjoy the outdoors as winter subsides.

 A TV production crew work their magic in a nearby town. Guests squint as they exit their hotel from their downtown overnight stay, perhaps heading out for breakfast. But on this Friday morning fishing hooks await a catch here on the ranch.

Despite the high fire danger threat, outside is certainly the place to be this mid-morning in the rural lands of central North Texas. Even if the fish aren’t quite ready to bite at the pond I sit beside, the air carries with it the medicine to cure those left over winter blues. I don’t know much about fortune, but I am extremely thankful for this moment, however it came to be.