Y’all Slow Down

In the last decade, the internet has taken over our lives and made the world spin twice as fast. A bus crash can happen in Japan, and my smartphone would let me know immediately when it hits the news.  So much information, changing so fast.

And I don’t mind at all. In fact, I love typing away on my computer at the ranch, communicating with writers in New York, or vendors in Spain or programmers in India. It’s a new day, and it’s exciting!

We take all forms of payment at the Ranch Commissary.

We take all forms of payment at the Ranch Commissary.

Is Bucolic Contagious?

But here at the ranch, time has all but stopped. The cows, the horses, sunrise, sunset…it’s beautiful, and you have loads of time to think.

For a long time, with my writing, I wanted to be like the writers that I admired who lived in France, or England, or India…places that had depth, history and amazing cuisines. But, as I have so much time to think, I realized that my story right where I am had all that, in spades. Not many people get to see what I take for granted. Old time Texas ranching, without any fake buildings or set ups. This is all real. And very American.

Guadalupe Toreros Church, Puerto Rico Texas

Can you see the cactus at Guadalupe Toreros Church?

At The Ranch, Even Slow is too Fast. More Vowels Please.

The internet, with it’s hyper efficiency, and up to the millisecond immediacy is allowing me the opportunity to share my unhurried ranch lifestyle. Truthfully, our slooow pace here is plumb aggravating at times. But again, if I didn’t have all this time to think, then I would have much to tell you.

 

Ranch Saddles

Ranch Saddles, waiting for someplace to go.

Even though I live in a yesteryear environment, I also live in the here-and-now epicenter of a major current national controversy. Living on the Mexican border, our ranch is part of an illegal immigration thoroughfare. We see immigrants everyday as they head northward. This is a food blog, and I promise I have no intention of turning my food writing into political commentary. Just know when you see my food shots, many times the background noise would be a Border Patrol chopper overhead.

So, I have to believe that I was put here to tell a story. I think I am at the right place, at the right time, of which, I have a lot.

PS Happy Birthday, James. Grateful for all of your hard work.

My Brother James

My brother James, a rancher who is truly outstanding in his field.

5 comments

  • April M. VallejoReply

    March 18, 2017 at 5:02 pm

    Great read Mel & I love your pics.

  • Carmen GuerraReply

    March 18, 2017 at 7:00 pm

    Nice blog! Please continue!

    • Melissa GuerraReply

      March 18, 2017 at 9:43 pm

      Thanks! Will do!

  • Jillian CReply

    March 18, 2017 at 9:53 pm

    Awesome! I miss Texas, please keep living the slow life , it sure is inspiring.
    -Homesick Texan

    • Melissa GuerraReply

      March 18, 2017 at 10:21 pm

      Thanks! There will be another photo essay next Saturday! Thanks for the encouragement, and stay tuned! xo mg

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