The Birthday Post.

The sun shone brightly, staining every surface with a golden hue. Camera in hand, That Guy and I set off on an adventure. An adventure to ice, open water, mud, cat-tails, and sunshine. Our shoes became wet in this spring like weather, neither of us properly footed for our adventures. my moccasins quickly became cold, and his cowboy boots wet. Who cares though, right? on that day our footwear defined our personalities.

The reservoir was bright blue, the sun reflecting off of the large portion of water where it had melted the ice. We sat on the dock, taking photos, laughing, and talking. The fuzzes from battered cat-tail reeds hung in the air, stuck to our jeans, shirts and hair, floating down, finally settling on the dock. The sky was blue, vibrant yet soft like that "Old Ford" blue colour, without a single cloud.

We continued in search of adventure "Eenie-Meeny-Miny-Moe-ing" our lefts and rights until we finally decided on Max Lake.

Max Lake has a beautiful pine tree forest. The tree tall, the earth below them dark and moist. Moss covers every surface, and the trees seem to just keep going. walking in there is like walking in to some sort of dark fairy tale. Its incredible. My imagination runs wild in there, and if I was alone the result would be me curling into a ball and waiting for the darkness to disappear, but when one is not alone, you see the beauty within. In my mind, there are trolls, and lightning bugs, wolves, and one unicorn. Its the most beautiful place for miles around.

Entirely magical.

I love birthdays.

. . .and adventures. Especially with That Guy.

Carrot on a String.

Sometime in november we sat and talked. Pardon me, I talked, and That Guy listened. I suppose we were sharing childhood stories, or something of the such. To be entirely honest, I dont recall the conversation at all.

Ever since I was young, and of the cartoon watching age, I wanted to ride in a sleigh, and have the animal pulling, trying to reach a carrot on a string. Sort of like the picture below... except not even close. However, I am sure you get the idea. All rights Reserved to Ron Leishman.

Anyways, This fall my mother got a Miniature donkey. Her name is Ruby and she is the sweetest. She likes to nuzzel, and we take her on walks, she runs on ahead just like an incredible large puppy that has the potential to maul you to the ground and bite harder and faster than any other animal on this farm.

SO. In his own head, he came up with his very own idea for christmas. He never once hinted towards it, nor did I. I completely did NOT know what to expect for christmas. On the days nearing christmas I did not see That Guy very much due to the countless hours he spent in his shop, creating my christmas gift.

I was absolutely bafffled. He built me a beautiful little sleigh for ruby to pull. Its festively painted (I wait all year long for christmas) and the seat is beautifully covered in a deer hide from the first deer he ever shot as a kid. A little bit sentimental, right? I am still so amazed every time I look out the window.

Isn't It an absolute beauty? I am in love.

Phase 2. Harness Search

Phase 3. Let it Snow

Phase 4. Training.

I am crazy excited. He is so Amazing to me.

-Cheers <3

Winter.

Its cold outside this morning, the sky grey and the air still. Recently we've had our first snowfall, and for the most pat, it has managed to stick around. Outside it is beautiful, the grass lies in amongst a blanket of snow, and all glass surfaces are crisp with the tracks of jack frost. Christmas in nearly here (less than two months) and i find that it is now suitable to listen to christmas music. Sufjan Stevens christmas albums fill the air as i contemplate breakfast.

This morning started beautifully, my eyes opened without hesitation as my phone buzzed repeatedly on the floor. "Goodmorning my Love". I wont see the Cowboy today, he is out on the field driving cattle back onto the farm. My thoughts wander, and i wish i were there with a camera. The crisp white coating on every surface, the loud purr of the tractor, warm gloves and jackets, and the concentrated look on his face while he works. All of these things i would love to have captured in my photo library.

That Guy and His Concentrated Face

Alas! all is not lost! Tonight is girls night, the ladies will come, laughter and food will be shared. I cant wait. Now, I should likely get out of bed an consider providing myself with some nutrition.

Cheers & Happy Hollidays,
-Meadow

That Guy, Friday, and The Number 6.

The 30th of September marked 6 months. 6 Months ago That Guy asked me to be his girlfriend, to which I responded to with nothing but giggles. Lets have a quick re-cap of the season, shall we?. . .

It has been six months of converse and cowboy boots.

Six months of long drives and lovely music.

Six months of handsome.

 Six months of late night adventures under the stars.

Six months of pretending to be a cowgirl. 

 Six months of this childish grin strewn across my face.

The last 6 months have been awesome, to say the least. On Friday, to celebrate we spent an hour crafting and constructing what could quite possibly be history's greatest blanket fort. Complete with movies, fishsticks, and chocolate covered cherries. 

The world stood still inside of our blanket walls for several hours. I am pretty positive that outside, everyday things continued routinely as they do every day, but for then, it was just the two of us.

Right now, life is happy. Happy like an extra hot pumpkin spice latte on a blustery autumn day. 

Out the window, the leaves fall steadily with the breeze as my Vespa red nails bounce around softly on the keyboard. 6 months has flown by at an uncontrollable rate. Life has been a whirlwind of joy.

That Guy is responsible for the my smile at the end of each day, I wouldnt trade that for anything.

Cheers!