Well Pilgram,
There is a whole day to fill up every day, an that cute little hefier checking your grub is giving you time to get to know her. Don't Y'all jaw a bit back East?
You may think you are one of them media folk, but is you want real news, try the Post Office, the General Store, and after a month out on the place, we like to make a day of going to town.
The only thing you can hurry is yourself, take time to smell the Gramma, Little Blue Stem gonna make a good stand come spring.
Wern't long ago a man could sit a horse and say barn, next thing he knew he was home. Takes time to know the condition of hundreds of miles of range. Who got snow and who didn't, where there will be grass, who will be sending cows to graze, and who will be taking them in.
Out at five to go bust the ice on the watering tanks, drop off some bales, spending a month out riding fence, gives a man a natural pace. We all gonna git there, a mossey down the trail. You want to miss half the flowers? Hurry on to a rattler?
Time comes to all, they will lay on their death bed, say their last words. None have ever said, I wish I had spent more time at the office, none said, I wish I had hurried through life. Most regretted not visiting as much as they outta, taking time to just be with folks. Comes to it, we are all we got.
Just come by and set a spell sometime,