
We went up to the ranch for a couple of days, and while it was as nice as ever and great as usual to see Mona and Clark, I seemed to have a rough time enjoying the break from stuff here at the house in Fort Collins. Guess I have been letting a lot of things get to me, and I've been frustrated by my efforts to pursue the Buddhist teachings leading to little in the way of progress in the battle against dissatisfaction and frustration with so much of what life offers up from day to day.
I thought of an analogy earlier today - if you go looking in Buddhist teachings for the solution to your spiritual uneasiness, it can be like going to a cookbook because you are very hungry, and finding recipes that continue hundreds of pages, with thousands of ingredients (many of which you never heard of) and elaborate ritualistic preparation techniques. It's tempting to throw the thing aside, and just reach for the Fritos, no?
The extra bedroom at the ranch, by Mona's little auxiliary garden behind the house.
Clark unloads the bale-wagon with some of this year's third cutting.Mona, Pat, and I went out for a half-day road trip on Monday, into the mountains, around the back side, and back a different way.
Stopped to feed and water horses, chickens, geese, and a cat for a neighbor before heading for the hills.

You can see the road we came up on to the left of center.
As the day progressed, powerful clouds built around us. By the time we arrived back at the ranch, there were lightning flashes and distant thunder in all quadrants. 
Pat gets in touch with his inner tree.