Diary of a Country Girl

Chapter Ten

Dear diary,

It’s been a while since my last entry. Life on the ranch has been hectic to say the least. No one ever said starting a business was easy. Like so many other hopeful dreamers we didn't realize how not easy it is.

We began the process of getting the permits we need to start work on our shop. While we cut through the red tape, I have time to nurture our crops to make them the best quality possible. Tre has kept himself busy learning the finer points of nectar making. He’s been searching the internet for recipes, making test batches, and learning all he can about the art of aging. We recently tried the first bottle of grape nectar. If it’s any indication…he’s a natural. People will be lining up to get a bottle of our nectars. It's a team effort. I grow the best fruits I can and he works his magic with them. 

 It's not all business. There’s the whole family thing too. I don’t know what motherly black magic my mom and Consuela worked on me. Ever since the family gathering at Winterfest my urge to become a mom has gotten stronger. I wanna know, I wanna feel what it is to be a mom. Tre and I made our first attempt at becoming parents. Sadly it didn’t happen. I was totally heartbroken. More than once I was elated with a negative pregnancy test. This time all I wanted to do was cry. 

 I prepared myself. I told myself it might take some time before I get pregnant. But when the result was negative it hurt. I’m past the disappointment, but there’s still a part of me that feels…incomplete. I know it’s silly. But that’s how I feel. Tre was my rock, just like he always is. His love and support can heal any hurt.

 Happier news, I took Spirit to her first competition. She was fantastic. She certainly has her mother’s champion genes. Just like Peanut she won first time out! Win or lose I'm so proud of Spirit.

You get a feeling from them when they’re born to compete. It's hard to describe to someone who isn't a horse lover. If you love a horse and bond with it you just know. When Spirit saw the barrel racing course I could feel her excitement. She wasn't scared or intimidated. She wanted to run that course. From the moment I started her training she's been up for every challenge.

Momma Peanut loves to watch us train.

 Nashville will occasionally hang around too. He’s a fabulous horse. But he’s more at home in the wide open spaces. The arena really isn't his thing. Not that he isn't capable. I think he comes to watch us because he’s a proud papa. And he just can't get enough of Peanut.

With work on the farm business picking up, and our desire to start a family, time is running out on our dreams of climbing Mt. Komorebi. Tre and I talked and it’s now or never. By next year we may not have the time. If all goes well the farm and the shop will be taking up most of our time. There’s always the chance I’ll be pregnant too. If I’m not it won’t be because we didn’t try.

 We secured our climbing permits, our gear is ready, and the trip is booked. Hopefully we'll soon be on top of the world.