SoulPerSuit Contemplative Christmas Week 1

Little did I know when I decided to participate in SoulPerSuit‘s Contemplative Christmas series that the first theme would be Barn Smells and that I’d be staying in a barn that very week.

I’ve not spent much time in a barn, not like my husband, Phil, has. He was raised on a farm, put up hay every summer while his eyes swelled shut from hayfever…we celebrated our tenth anniversary together at the Rawhide Ranch, a dude ranch with an 11 room bunkhouse built over the 32 stall horse stable below. (I wrote a little about it here.)

We walked in, smelled the hay, put our bags down and went straight to the pharmacy for Benedryl, Claritin, and Afrin nose spray to ease my poor husband’s allergies.

And I thought about the theme of barn smells. It wasn’t the animal smells or the dirt or moisture, it was the hay that did my husband in. Such a small little oversight in my planning could have made our whole anniversary trip a disaster without allergy meds. Thank you Lord, for not overlooking the details, not forgetting.

I don’t think Christ being born in a barn was a bad thing, I’ve never thought that. As I get older, I realize that all of this is more than I can comprehend.

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My card is my first foray into the world of digital scrapbooking. Can you see the antique playing card behind my design?

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Rawhide Ranch

Phil and I are celebrating 10 years of marriage this month (and going on 15 years since we met in that traffic jam and shared our first kiss.)

We booked a murder mystery weekend at the Rawhide Ranch in Nashville, IN (the famous Brown County.) We went two days early. I’m so glad we did, on Thursday we had the entire ranch to ourselves.

I woke before the sun came up, made coffee and waited…to capture this:

And because I can’t resist fences:

Late Friday night some other guests arrived early, but they weren’t seen by us as they dropped their bags off and left only to return after we’d went to sleep. Saturday was the big day. Horseback riding and then a murder mystery dinner.

You know me, right? I took all kinds of photos of the horses, but not one single shot of the murder mystery. Priorities.

Here’s a couple of my favorites.

After the horseback ride with the snow gently falling, we went back to the ranch, warmed up, changed into our black tie outfits and attended a charity auction in Paris for our murder mystery dinner. And Phil was the murderer!

The weekend ended way too soon. We had a great time and made a great friend (Shoutout to Derek–property manager of Rawhide Ranch, fellow photographer, and host extraordinaire!)

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