“When you’ve got 400 quarts of greens and gumbo soup canned for the winter, nobody can push you around or tell you what to say or do,” F.L. Hamer We're still waiting on the majority of vegetable crops. Just eating loads of asparagus. Haven't tasted that first cucumber or tomato. There was a patch of… Continue reading Milking
The calves are a week and a day old. Their left over umbilical attachment is only now drying completely and coming off. It'll leave a small, open wound and we keep them dry in the barn. Outside, the barn lot is a sloppy mess. The cows and us their hominid disciples, trod slowly through the… Continue reading Sounder Sounds and Tiny Teats
The girls went to the old folks home To hang paintings for old eyes While the boys stayed to chop firewood, rake acorns And crack hazels While the piggie sorted through the acorns The cows chewed their cud in the sun And the dogs slept quiet in the shade Everyone resting on the ground of… Continue reading The Ground of Happiness
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