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Where the Paved Road Ends: Roses are Red – Oklahoma Farm & Ranch
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Where the Paved Road Ends: Roses are Red

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By Beth Watkins

If you love February, then it’s probably because of one or two reasons or maybe both: you are in a relationship or it’s calving season. Here on our ranch we love it for both reasons.

We have finally reached the point where every calf born sounds like “cha-ching.” The calves will be weaned and sold by late fall, and we will be doing the happy dance all the way to the bank.

February is the traditional month for love. Most men would agree that greeting card companies, candy makers and florists all got together and plotted an evil scheme called Valentine’s Day to rob them of cash. I did say “most men.” A few romantic souls are out there who enjoy being creative in celebrating this thing called love. You really shouldn’t judge the degree of love your valentine has for you by the amount of effort put into the celebration. Some men just don’t have the creativity gene; it doesn’t mean they love you any less than the man who makes fairy tales come to life.

As with all aspects of life, if you have high expectations, you will most likely be disappointed. Romantic novels and chick flicks are written for entertainment, and in my opinion should be labeled “fantasy,” because the likelihood of my ball-cap-wearing redneck turning into a suave and debonair prince charming is slim to none. That’s okay, I love him just the way he is.

The last time I asked, “Mirror, mirror, on the wall, am I the hottest chick of all?” it cracked from the abundant amount of hysterical laughter that erupted. In short, I’m not perfect, but he loves me, and he’s not perfect, but he’s my baby. So, personally, I feel very loved and flattered when I wake up on Valentine’s Day and G.W. has left me a sweet card. When he comes home, he has a huge smile on his face, a vase of red roses in one hand, and a heart-shaped box of chocolates in the other, and sometimes an extra card because he had a hard time choosing just one.

I know he has stood there in front of lots of greeting cards, reading each one trying to find the perfect one that expresses his undying love for me. Then he went to the candy aisle and made an important decision of picking the prettiest heart-shaped box of chocolates, the kind where I’ll have to push my finger in the middle to see if I like the ooey-gooey center. After cards and candy, he makes a special trip to the florist to pick up fresh roses, accompanied by just the right amount of baby’s breath and greenery arranged in a beautiful, water filled vase.

Even though those little bits of traditional morsels are very predictable, they are much appreciated. They all took a little initiative and time just to say I love you in a special way.

As soon as the valentine cards hit the store shelves, I thoroughly search for the perfect card to express to my husband just how much I love him. Leading up to Valentine’s Day, I’ll make some frosted, heart-shaped cookies. For his gift, I always make a devilish dessert that I know he will enjoy: sweets for my sweetheart. This year, if I can find a pair of red satin boxer briefs, I think I’ll embroidery my name in a heart on the backside. That ought to make him feel really loved.

We have all seen the Facebook posts where people brag about coming home to a path of rose petals leading them to a bottle of champagne chilling by a bathtub full of bubbles, or a candlelit dinner with Michael Bolton playing softly in the background, or a picture of the limo that took them to a fancy dinner. If I were the recipient of these gestures of love, my thoughts would be, “Who is going to clean up that mess of petals on the floor? Is the bath water going to be hot like I like it? Are those bubbles from Dawn or Mr. Bubbles? Did you cook this dinner? Is the kitchen destroyed with dirty pots and pans, did you take off the whole day to pull this off?” I have a whole list of honey-do’s that still need to be completed.

Even though these are all creative actions of love, I guess I prefer the practical. We celebrate by eating take-out in front of a cozy fire in the fireplace, followed by the yummy dessert that I baked, and then cuddling up on the couch with a good movie.

For the other 364 days of the year, we keep on celebrating our love by just being together here at the end of this dirt road.

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Farm Dogs & Table Scraps

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Growing up on a farm, our dogs were tough. They roamed the pastures, slept under the barn, and ate just about anything they could get their paws on—whether we meant for them to or not. I’ll admit, I never thought twice when one of our old cow dogs snatched a biscuit off the table or licked up a spill from the barn floor. I’ve even seen a dog steal a whole rib bone off a plate and trot off like he’d won the lottery. And somehow, they always seemed fine.

But here’s the thing—just because they survived doesn’t mean it was safe. For every farm dog that lucked out, there’s another that wasn’t so fortunate. Some human foods can be downright toxic to dogs, and a little bit of bad luck (or a smaller, more sensitive dog) can turn a harmless snack into an emergency.

Common toxic foods lying around the farmhouse

Are table scraps good for your dog? (Stock photo)

If you’ve got a farm dog—or any dog, really—you need to be aware of the dangers lurking in everyday foods. Some of the biggest culprits include:

Chocolate – The darker it is, the worse it is. Even a little can cause vomiting, seizures, or worse.

Grapes & Raisins – No one’s exactly sure why, but they can cause kidney failure fast.

Onions & Garlic – In large enough amounts, these can destroy red blood cells, leading to anemia.

Xylitol (Found in Sugar-Free Gum & Candy) – This artificial sweetener can send a dog’s blood sugar crashing and cause liver failure.

Alcohol – Even small amounts can be deadly to dogs, affecting their nervous system much more than it does ours.

Bones from Cooked Meat – While not necessarily toxic, they can splinter and cause serious internal injuries.

Macadamia Nuts – These can lead to weakness, vomiting, and even paralysis in dogs.

What to do if your dog eats something toxic

First, don’t panic—but don’t ignore it either. If you know your dog ate something dangerous, call your vet immediately. They can tell you whether to induce vomiting or if it’s something that requires urgent care. If it’s after hours, contact the ASPCA Animal Poison Control Center (888-426-4435) or the Pet Poison Helpline (855-764-7661).

Prevention is always the best medicine, so keep toxic foods out of reach. That might mean keeping the trash can secured, making sure kids don’t slip the dog a treat under the table, or just being more mindful of what’s left on the counter.

Our farm dogs might have been lucky, but luck isn’t a great strategy when it comes to their health. A little awareness goes a long way in making sure they stay happy, healthy, and ready for the next day’s work.

For more information
ASPCA Animal Poison Control: www.aspca.org/pet-care/animal-poison-control

Pet Poison Helpline: www.petpoisonhelpline.com

Visit www.akc.org/expert-advice/nutrition/foods-your-dog-should-never-eat

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Summer Squash and Corn Chowder

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By Lacey Vilhauer

Total time: 40 minutes

Servings: 6-7

Ingredients

  • 6 slices bacon, cooked and crumbled and 1 1/2 Tbsp rendered bacon fat reserved
  • 1 1/2 lbs yellow squash, chopped (about 3 medium)
  • 2/3 cup thinly sliced celery
  • 1 cup diced onion
  • 1 Tbsp flour
  • 2 cloves garlic, minced
  • 2 3/4 cup milk (I used 1%)
  • 5 cups canned or fresh cut corn (from about 6 ears corn), divided
  • 1/2 cup heavy cream
  • 1 1/2 tsp chopped fresh thyme (or 1/2 tsp dried)
  • 3/4 tsp salt, then more to taste
  • 1/4 tsp freshly ground black pepper, then more to taste if desired
  • 3/4 cup shredded cheddar cheese, for serving
  • Chopped green onion for garnish (optional)
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Instructions

Heat 4 tsp reserved bacon fat in a large pot over medium-high heat. Add celery and onion and sauté 2 minutes then add the squash. 

Saute until tender, about 6 minutes, adding in garlic and flour during last 2 minutes of sauteing. Reduce heat slightly.

Add 1 1/2 cups milk, 2 cups of the corn, thyme, salt and pepper to the sauteed veggies. 

To a blender add remaining 3 cups of corn, remaining 1 1/4 cups milk and the cream. Process in blender until nearly smooth (about 30 seconds). 

Add pureed mixture to pot and stir to blend. Cook until mixture reaches a light boil. 

Serve warm with shredded cheese, crumbled bacon and sliced green onions if desired.

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Western Housewives – May 2025

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By Summer McMillen

All my married life I have thought that when husbands all got together horseback after a hard days work they were probably rating their wives on a scale from one to ten based on their various capabilities. Did Wife A have a good hat crease? Was Wife B good help in the branding pen? Was Wife C an excellent mother? Was Wife D hospitable to everyone? Could Wife E make a decent gallon of sweet tea? Did Wife F keep a tidy saddle house?

Presumably, when Wife B did not live up to Wife A there was a fist fight followed by wife shaming of Husband B. His status amongst the cowboys immediately fell and he would be behind for the rest of his life in his cowboy career.

He would come home ashamed his wife couldn’t flambé a decent bananas foster and she couldn’t hoolihan either. He would be distraught and said wife would feel his pain.

Of course, this never happened to me like I thought it would. My husband always came home with a smile on his face and I’m pretty sure “flambé” isn’t even in a cowboys vocabulary.

Nonetheless, these imaginary fights and social rankings have plagued my brain for years.    It has caused me to always be in competition with myself to be the very best at everything I did. Which I have eventually realized is a trait of women all around the world.

While we are cooking a four course meal for our families we start to think about how we actually should be practicing heading steers instead.

While we are practicing our horsemanship we start to think about how we should actually be preparing a nutritious and elaborate meal for our families.

It is a constant battle that women have created and proceeded to fight for centuries.

One day the inner battle got to me and I finally broke down as we were riding wheat pasture and confessed to my husband my guilt. I was so sorry that I wasn’t a better cowgirl. I was so sorry that the house was a mess. I was so sorry that I would never be on The Cowboy Channel. I was so sorry that I had lost his good pair of gloves. (Except I didn’t actually mean to confess that last part. Some things are just better left unknown.)  I apologized again and again and told him I was sorry and he probably never wanted to bring his friends over for supper ever again.

Instead of consoling me, he just started looking at me like I was crazy. Which is what all good husbands do.

He stopped his horse and looked at me and said “Do you know how cowboys rate each other’s ranch wives?”

So many thoughts started filling my brain. Was it looks? Gentleness? Laundry speed? Work ethic?

Then he revealed their secret. “Cowboys rate  each other’s wives by how well they can cook eggs for breakfast.”

His point of course, was that men don’t think about each other’s wives. As long as they get their eggs for breakfast. In another twist of irony, my husband taught me how to fry the perfect egg. What can I say? It’s a man’s world.

Since then, I have let go of my irrational fears and doubt and have simply been living life. It’s all anyone can do. I may not team rope the best. I may get my fingers when I’m trying to dally and I may not have the tidiest saddle house. But I try hard at everything I do and I do it all out of love for my family and finally, myself.

So, if you’re a woman this Mother’s Day and you catch yourself feeling down amongst life constant pressures just remember you are not alone. You can almost guarantee there is a woman in every household that needs a little pick me up. Maybe you should just go outside. Maybe you should sit down and count your blessings. Or, maybe you should have your husband fry you some eggs.

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