Dear Katie,
I hope this letter finds you well.
It is a cold and windy night here at Sand Cherry Farms. With the wind howling outside, it felt like the right moment to pen down this letter, update you on our adventures, and inquire about your recent antics. Are you still up to your old tricks of stealing firewood? Naughty girl!
We recently experienced a spell of cold weather which gave us quite the chills. Thankfully, that’s behind us, and now we are soaking in several warm and sunny days. These are the times when the outdoors feels just right.
Our friends are busy with calving season. Steve just wrapped up with his set that stayed on our farm last summer. The result? Adorable, frolicking calves, all thanks to Steve’s diligence. In other news, our resident mockingbird seems to have departed. However, we now have an opossum guest, feasting at night near the hen house. Grandpa, with his ever-compassionate heart, leaves out special treats like cat food for our nocturnal visitor.
Amanda and Mike had a bit of a hiccup; a power outage led to some frozen pipes. They found themselves on an unexpected adventure, hauling water in 5-gallon buckets. It reminded us of our past endeavors. Grandma’s car and our work pickup had to undergo window replacements owing to unforeseen accidents. By the way, do you remember when my head bumped into the window causing a star break?
On a trip to Murdoch’s for some feed, our pal Johnny was there, generously offering treats. Another day, Grandpa, Annie, and I ventured to load hay for the store. A funny incident ensued involving a 2-way radio and some chuckles around the store. We also acquired a pump and a sickle bar mower from an auction in Brush, with Grandma showing off her bidding prowess over a corn conveyor.
Chet decided to drop by to avoid the snow and adjust his rifle sights. His stay was marked with hunts and my brave retrievals, specifically of “Frannken Doves”. We also explored an auction lot, looking for equipment for the upcoming summer.
On a drive, Grandpa and I encountered Lorenzo, a horse rider and our neighbor. Lorenzo, with his vast experience from a massive ranch in Mexico and his horse-training expertise, has become a fast friend. The bond shared, even with the language barriers, is quite heartwarming.
With the day coming to an end and my tummy rumbling for a snack, it’s time I wrapped up this letter. I trust you enjoyed these tales from Sand Cherry Farms.
Take care and may your days be filled with barks of joy!
Good night,
Sasha