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The ranch table. It has seen it all. The years. The successes. The failures. Tears of loss. Tears of joy. Family members coming and going. New generations. Financial hardship. Financial success. Good decisions. Turns out, not so great decisions. Nourishing food. A beer or two. Friends. Funeral plans. Birth announcements. Divorces. Marriages. Grazing plans. Budgets. Balance sheets. Succession. Laundry. Family game nights. Hard conversations. Arguments. Laughs. The stories it could tell.
At my table, I have sat and braided my daughter’s hair. I have cried about saying goodbye to half our cow herd due to drought. I’ve held ranch meetings. I’ve served meals. I’ve paid bills and done bookwork. My ranch table, like many ranch tables, serves as the central place for everything that we do. It’s where we start our day together and it brings us back together at the end of the day. It’s the place where everyone belongs. The coffee can be hot any time of the day. No coasters needed, because it can handle anything. A place where we can talk about the good, the bad, and everything in between.


Mama, Wife, Rancher, Blogger

I am a fifth generation rancher on Markuson Ranch (est. 1908). I am married to Clay Smith, whom I refer to as MDH (my dear husband) in my blog posts. We have two children: a five year old boy named Ty, and a three year old girl named Quinn. They are the loves of our lives. We absolutely love this life we all get to live together. We have a passion for ranching, healthy grass, and making a living doing it. I started blogging about my experiences and thoughts a couple years ago, and it has become one of my favorite things to do. I love to write, and I love to tell the story as I see it. Enjoy!



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