What I Learned While Gleaning

As a young boy, I wondered why Mamaw (grandmother for my northern friends) saved tin foil, kept a can for pan drippings on the back of the stove, and was the “Queen of Tupperware.” With the rising costs of everything these days, I understand. Most years, hay season ends when I’ve stacked the last bale Read More >

A Hunger and A Thirst

Seeing a nursing calf in the springtime on our Cross-Dubya ranch is a common occurrence. Hearing one, then noticing their vigor from 30-feet away is a different story. While filling a watering trough, I paid little attention to “Aunt Yolanda” (the mama) allowing “Sophia” (her three-month-old calf) to nurse. A few moments later, a noise Read More >

Who Painted My Cow?

Sometimes curiosity wins. Our church’s youth group worked hard in the intense Texas heat to scrape and paint the Cross-Dubya’s pipe fencing over the two days they were here. As the team shared, listened, learned and laughed—a few managing to get more paint on them than the fence—all had a good time. On Saturday evening, Read More >

Planting for Results

It’s springtime around the Cross-Dubya; and as some of you may have noticed, planting has consumed much of my life lately. Sowing gardens, pastures, and fields, we’ve put a lot of seed in the ground this year; all of it requiring planning, preparation, planting, and prayer. As many know, we pray about everything we do Read More >