Strawberry Lane: Royal Takes Long Way Home

August 25, 2008

Royal Takes Long Way Home

Royal and his dad
taking the road less traveled

4 comments:

Victoria CummingsAugust 26, 2008 at 4:55 AM
What a beautiful photo! It reminds me of when I first got Silk and we'd ride to the top of this hill in DelMar to look out at the ocean - until they built a bunch of McMansions there. I hope the boys had a great ride!
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CallieAugust 27, 2008 at 1:36 PM
Nice photo! Yikes on the hill, or cliff or whatever you call it!
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Cheryl AnnAugust 29, 2008 at 5:09 AM
Oh, wow! What a cliff!
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HollySeptember 6, 2008 at 5:39 AM
instead of a Long Way Down, it's a Long Way Up.
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Big Fork In The Road

How this farm thing came about is quite unlikely.

I was a Nebraska girl dreaming of living in New York City, wearing Chanel suits, pearls and very high heels. A farm was never part of the plan. Life was about cashmere sweaters, not dirty, muddy shoes.

Then I met a handsome movie star in California. He was charming and good natured, ... but he had a past.

He'd grown up on a farm. He milked cows, rode his horse to school and apparently wore very dirty boots.

He convinced me that our life would be ... normal. And for years, it was. Then, something happened. We decided we needed to live on a farm.

So, that's where we are ... with a barn, horses and all kinds of other creatures necessary to call this a farm. It's true that Hollywood isn't too far away, along with the hectic life that we avoid. There are no dusty roads or Cottonwood trees to line the drive ... this sure isn't Nebraska.

However, with the ocean nearby and all the sunshine, this will do. We love this peaceful life with our animals. And I've become quite attached to my well worn, dusty paddock boots. And, oh by the way, I do wear very tired, very old cashmere sweaters in the barn. Life is good.