2025

The vivid white of the frozen pond gave way on the far bank to a hillside of golden brown grasses interspersed with the white of snow and the dark green of evergreens. I admired the colors on that cold frozen morning as I drank my coffee. The morning was both peaceful and beautiful.

But, a rancher came in and had a different perspective, he got his coffee, looked out at the same view and declared, “Blasted weeds, I hate weeds. They ought to spray ‘em, wipe ‘em out.”

By the time most of y’all read this Christmas will be past and we begin to look forward to a new year. I never make New Year’s re...