Hello little Darlings!
Thought you might want to take a gander at the place that’s my home in Wildflower Junction. It’s a tad on the rustic side, but it’s warm and cozy inside when I get a nice fire roaring.
My cabin has sorta become the meetin’ place for the Fillies. We get out some of my homemade cider and laugh up a storm. Course, during the holidays we celebrate with an abundance of larrupin’ eggnog (no, I won’t give you the recipe-it’s a secret) that puts an extra beat in our hearts. We’re having some humdinger parties. If only we could hogtie us some sexy cowboys to help us celebrate! <wink>
I got my pine branch hanging on the door and it looks as pretty as all get-out around here. Santa found it just fine on Christmas. Hee-hee.
I’m just hoping my durn mule don’t take a shine to the nice greenery and try to eat it, red bow and all. If he does, I just might be tempted to shoot the fool animal. He’s sorely tried my patience now and again. But for all the fussing, I reckon the place wouldn’t be the same without him. His name is Jasper you know. Me an ol’ Jasper are two of a kind. We’re a bit crotchity and set in our ways.
Well, if you’re ever out in this neck of the woods on a Sunday ride, stop and say hello. I’ll be mighty glad to see you. We’ll sit and talk a spell about all the doings in the Junction.