August 22, 2013

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Ranchlands' founder Duke Phillips is a third generation cattle rancher who believes in economic diversification, high conservation ethics, and public education as critical to the future of ranching.

There is a monster storm broiling over us and the entire prairie, it seems.  Constant flashes of lightening show how low and boiling the clouds are in the dark.  Massive hunks of thunder drown out every possible noise, so that even Frankie my dog who is not usually bothered by storms keeps looking toward the window, very worried.  But the wind is what screams the loudest and what moves you by just looking at the trees being tossed around like limp flower sacks.

I stepped outside just now and stood behind the corner of the building and feel its power even though I was not in it, because every single thing beyond my corner was being ravaged by it.  I wondered what it would be like to sit in a small tree house with glass walls and feel the whole tree swaying as if about to be yanked out by its roots.

Tomorrow I wonder if this wild thing will leave its load of rain behind.