There’s something holy about a summer night on the porch with someone who sees the world like you do. No rush. No noise. Just the sound of an ice-cold drink cracking open and a low, easy hum of a conversation that drifts like smoke into the evening.
That’s how it goes with us. Me and Donovan. My sweetheart in a straw hat, leaned back in a white rocker, legs stretched out like he’s got all the time in the world. And maybe he does—because out here, time bends a little slower when your heart’s set on land, legacy, and livestock.
We talk cattle the way other folks talk about beach houses or vacations. We speak in bloodlines and branding irons, calves and character. While the world scrolls fast and loud, we dream slow and quiet. One front porch night at a time.
Because out here at LH Coffee Bar and Saloon, it’s more than just espresso shots and cowboy cocktails. It’s a way of life. It’s finding the sacred in the simple things—like knowing your man’s heart beats a little louder when he’s talking bulls, or that your shared vision includes more than just Sunday mornings and saddle leather. It includes Black Angus, good feed, strong fences, and a future full of mooing miracles.
He’s the kind of man who doesn’t say a lot, but what he builds says everything. The way he dreams with his boots on the ground and a calloused hand wrapped around a can says more than any love song ever could.
So we’ll sit here tonight. Porch light glowing. Hope rising.
And while the stars come out one by one, we’ll count cows instead.
Because this is what love looks like for us. And if you ever find yourself on this little stretch of Western dirt we call home, we’ll pour you something cold, pull up a chair, and maybe talk cattle too.
Thank ya kindly for reading,
LH CATTLE COMPANY