Equipped with the anti-toxin of laughter,
one can live even in a standardized society
without being too impressed by its standards.
Wow what a spring, summer and fall it has been, most of it seems like a huge blur to me; life had many surprises and challenges, but amiss all the chaos I relished those days I looked out my kitchen window and seen the cows standing behind the house staring at me, they were the constant I needed.
Last winter I remember feeding the cows every single day of the week while My Hero fed them every weekend. Things have come full circle again. The winter is looming, waiting for its opportunity to burst into our world once again. It sits and waits giving us false hope of it being a nice easy winter, but experience tells me this nice snow free weather will not last.
Sure I spent a fair amount of time with the cows through the spring and summer wandering among them but they did not need me, often times they paid no attention to me except for a couple of our special girls. I missed feeding them every day no matter what the weather had in store for us or how I was feeling that day as I literally had to drag myself out of bed. It may look like a huge obligation to some onlookers but I do believe this is just what I need to get through those long winters. A purpose if you will.
The nice thing about those once again early mornings which already fluctuate between freezing cold and requiring my lined coveralls being pulled over top of my flannels to those balmy warm days requiring only pulling on my Pink Cadillac’s and a light jacket with my flannels exposed for all to see, I always smile. Oh yes I do know those flannels are covered with frolicking monkeys, do not judge me they make me laugh every time I look down. Not only do I smile but I am pretty sure the cows like them too.
You see I have rarely just started up the tractor and possibly scraped the frost and the ice off the window, gone to pick up the hay and delivered it to the girls who stand in front of the cedar bush waiting; I usually climb down from the seat and do a walk about. I do know the girls always look forward to seeing what I am wearing that particular day and I like to keep them guessing. Those Monkey Flannels seem to have them "All a chatter” even Annie took a second look and I could tell she took a fancy to them even though she watched from a distance.
I cannot believe Annie does not run to me to check out my Monkey Flannels even though I know she wants to; boy oh boy she is one stubborn girl. I am convinced that all that time we spent bonding last winter and I was under the impression we would continue to be friends that she was actually using me only for that nice warm bottle of milk that was delivered morning and night no matter the weather every day. After that whole weaning thing it seems to me she has never forgiven me.
My Hero still to this day needs only to walk into a field and call her name and she can be seen every time galloping towards him with a huge smile to say Hi and enjoy his attention. I now know why he let me have that weaning the calf job. I have heard that story about how elephants never forget, but never cows. Maybe that Annie has a little elephant in her.
Morning girls I missed you too, I am so loving your furry winter coats; do you like my frolicking Monkey Flannels?
Happy Thanksgiving to our friends South of the Border. Enjoy! According to a Feral friend it is not your Thanksgiving yet I will try this again next week. I honestly think everyday should be Thanksgiving but that is just me:)
I just wanted to mention to BA…… I know you secretly wish you had my keen sense of fashion and Annie say Hi. Hug xoxo B