It’s cold this morning 30 degrees..what used to be called a killing frost..
ya know.. there something about seeing frost here.. well
makes me think of snow, which makes me think of Montana.
Being a Florida transplant from Cowboy Heaven Montana,
just relax , and bear with me a sec..

I know all the old songs, continental cowboy, strawberry roan,
talk about a butt ugly pony..

Well, down in the horse corral standing alone,
Was that old cavayo, old strawberry roan.
His legs were spavined, and he had pigeon toes,
Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose,
Little pin ears that were crimped at the tip,
With a big 44 branded ‘cross his left hip;
He’s ewe-necked and old, with a long lower jaw,
You can see with one eye he’s a reg’lar outlaw

we had 1 or 3 ponies with his temperment..
dump ya in a heart beat.
good working ponies, if ya could ride em..

remembering the nights I sang to the herd on my watch,
or the music I recorded and played when I needed
something besides a moving horse and -30 degrees to keep me awake..
yeah you can fall asleep in those conditions.. and yes you would freeze to death.
But..
ok.. my brain isnt keeping up today..
I had a invitation , of sorts from 100 bloggers

sort of.. and I was pretty excited about it.I think thats called a catywompas
invitation..

so being the pushy woman I am , I have send .. several letters.. saying OK!!!
we will see..

but theres something wonderful about keeping ballads and folk music ,
country, western alive
celebrated..

I know most folks are thinking christmas, christmas music..
not me.. Im thinking
Doc Watson the tennesse stud

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