Marci Whitehurst

We have a home!

We are working with a large ranch in Montana. It is about an hour away from where we lived before. It’s good to be home.

When we first got married, we lived in a single-wide trailer on a chunk of land outside of Bozeman. The trailer was older than the two of us combined. Well, not quite, but it groaned and creaked like it.

When I was growing up, my family moved several times. I loved going with my parents to look at houses with the real estate agent.

The last few weeks have been full of disappointments. The kind that wrench your gut. I haven’t wanted to write about it because it is hard for us folks in agriculture to talk about the things that hurt.

Living during the era of Covid-19 is interesting, to say the least. There are differing opinions, ideas, etc., that are bringing people together or tearing them apart. However, one thing everyone can agree on is real estate.

We’ve heard the saying: If these walls could speak … oh, the stories they would tell. I think the same is true of land.

If our land could talk, what would it say?