Before heading into the other pasture, I turned around and took this picture of our farmhouse. It's built in the 1920's and has a lot of charm.... that's a nice way of saying it's old and kind of creaky...needs paint...

There are several large groves of live oak trees in our pasture. The cattle find shelter there in the heat of summer and in the winter when the winds of a "blue norther" blow through.

The pastures are dry, the forage grasses have frozen, and many trees have lost their leaves, but the live oaks are always green.... hence their name. They lose their leaves in the spring as new leaves replace the old, so they are never bare.

The farm itself belongs to my huband's family and is about 160 acres of land, much of it pasture, some of it in hay, some in grain crops. The Herb Cottage takes up just a small amount of the farm.... but we're expanding every year, little by little .

The land is divided up into sections by barbed wire fences so the cattle don't overgraze any one pasture area.

This is a beautiful old tree. You can just see the neighbor's house across the road. We're not as isolated as many of the pictures make our farm look.

We thought we were taking Rudy the dog on a walk, but Rudy is sure he's taking us so we get enough exercise.

The stock tank has large mouth bass, perch and a few "mud cats", or catfish, in it. We do fish and so do the migrating birds like this Great Blue Heron.

Another view of the tank and its winter resident.

After walking around the tank the journey takes us through this secret path and back to the house.