My Cowboy Prince

Chapter 7

The crunch of gravel under our boots is the only sound shared between us, as we head back up to the house. Luke is infront leading me to his Grandmother's garden, where he said she might be at this time.

Burying my hands in the pocket of my shorts, I keep up with the man's long strides. He seems to be in a hurry, which is a good thing since we'll need every bit of daylight we have left. The sun is now high in the sky, casting long shadows from trees to fall over the open fields.

The cool breeze that drifts in the air creates a comforting contrast to today's humidity, there's a mild scent of wildflowers that comes with it.

Shortly after we come to a small, enclosed garden where Grandma Bea is kneeling in the dirt, her hands busy with a row of tomato plants. The scent of fresh earth and greenery fills the air as she toils away.

My eyes scan the small space. It's a verdant oasis that is bursting with rows of vibrant vegetables and herbs in so many arrays of colours...

"What brings you two around here?" My eyes flicker over to Grandma Bea just in time to see her wiping her hands on her apron as she stands up. "Is something wrong?"

"No," Luke replies glancing at me as he does so. "But there's something we want to talk to you about."

Grandma Bea raises an eyebrow. Seems like we piqued her curiosity. "Oh? What's on your minds?"

I take a deep breath. My stomach is a bit in knots about what I am about to propose. They seem very traditional and although I don't want to intrude, I still wanna help. "Grandma Bea, we've been talking about ways to help the ranch. We want to preserve its legacy and attract more visitors, I think one way we can do it is by using social media and other online platforms to share the ranch's story and draw people in."

Grandma Bea listens intently, her eyes never leaving mine. "Social media, huh? I've heard about it, but I'm not sure how it works."

I smile, feeling more confident now. I might get her to agree after all. "It's a powerful tool. We can share photos and videos of the ranch, post about daily life, and engage with people who are interested in what we do here. We can even share your recipes and stories about the ranch's history. It will help build a community and attract visitors."

Grandma Bea looks thoughtful, her hands resting on her hips. "It sounds interesting, but will it really make a difference?"

"I believe it will," I say earnestly. "People love authentic experiences and connecting with places that have a rich history. This ranch has so much to offer, and I think we can make it work."

Luke nods in agreement. "We can start small and see how it goes. I think it's worth a shot."

Grandma Bea smiles, her eyes softening at her grandson's input. "Alright, let's give it a try. I trust you both, and I'm willing to see what happens. What do we need to do first?"

"We'll need to set up social media accounts for the ranch," I explain. "We can start by taking some photos and videos to post."

Grandma Bea chuckles. "Well, I suppose I'll need to learn how to use all this newfangled technology. But if it helps the ranch, I'm all in."

"That's good. I hope you don't mind if we start now." I fetch my phone from my pocket and go straight to the camera. "The garden is a lovely place to start. The tomatoes look amazing, and we can capture you working. Just keep doing what you're doing, and we'll take some candid shots."

We spend the next hour photographing the vibrant rows of vegetables and herbs. Grandma Bea poses with a basket of freshly picked produce, her face lighting up with pride.