Mornings on the farm are indescribably peaceful in the fall, like skating on the smoothest ice after the zamboni has crossed or drinking a cool glass of water when you are so thirsty you can’t stand it another minute.
You describe the early morning so well, Beth, as well as the sacrifice needed to experience it. Like many great things that come at a price, they are often worth it. Milking by hand early on a cold morning on the farm and tucking your chilly head into the warm flank of the cow -- it almost made up for the 5:30 awakening.
You describe the early morning so well, Beth, as well as the sacrifice needed to experience it. Like many great things that come at a price, they are often worth it. Milking by hand early on a cold morning on the farm and tucking your chilly head into the warm flank of the cow -- it almost made up for the 5:30 awakening.
I like reading about your life, which is so different than this city boy’s life. I enjoy the perspective.
Thanks Dave!!
Great read, Beth!
Thank you!