This time of year always reminds me of those chilcotin winters of my childhood. January and february were always so bitter and lasted forever but as kids we always made the best of things, it didn't matter if it was fourty below. We would be out ice skating on the lake, our braids frozen, our eyelashes white with frost and our faces frozen with the smiles of youth. Oh to be young again. As we were out feeding yesterday, little tap sitting on my lap in the tractor, my wonderful husband out facing the cold and wyoming wind pitching hay off the trailer I couldnt help but think of how some things never change. It doesn't matter if we age every day, the excitement of life is up to us, weather or not we make the decision to face the cold, the long winters. "Life is a gift and what we do with our life is our gift to God". This year is going to be a great one. We are welcoming another little buckaroo to the seely clan in June. If nothing else, I just can't wait to crawl up on a colt and take a ride. That's what it's all about. This wonderful ride of life.