Put on your big smile. The workweek is over after all.
Have a great weekend folks. I will be heading south for a week of vacation with my family.
milking it, old school
With Myrtle still nursing, her mom, Lilly has plenty of milk. The farmers milk Lilly twice a day and the house makes butter and cheese. Nothing wrong with old school ways when they turn out delicious!
Have a great day folks.
to be tall
Myrtle really has only a single dream…to be tall. Certainly to be taller than the grass. Just think what it would be like to look around and see the world that surrounds you. Right now, Myrtle can only see the green stalks of grass, the bugs that live on the grass, and an occasional mouse. If she strains her neck and looks up, she can see the sky with it's clouds and occasional bird.
Myrtle wants more. She wants to be able to see what ever it is that she can hear. Loud noises come from beyond the grass. What could make sounds that loud?
How tall would she need to be? Tall as the tree tops that tease her over the grass? Maybe the trees are just bigger grass? Could there be some other bigger cow looking down at her like she is a mouse in the grass. Myrtle involuntarily looked up at the thought of a giant cow. She didn't want to be stepped on.
To be tall…that is all that Myrtle wants. It's taking forever. She's already three weeks old and still not tall.
Myrtle dreams of being tall. That's all she can do for now.
Dream.
plane parts
About a week ago Kristina, my sister-in-law, and I went to the zoo in Columbus, OH. While there, we discovered this happy gal sunning in her favorite spot. You can tell that she doesn't have a care in the world. She reminds me of any of our own house cats. In the afternoon, you can find them in various sunny spots throughout the house.
Betty prefers the back of an over stuffed chair that's strategically located under a skylight. Cooper prefers the bay window in the den. Jackie, the odd man of the group, will sleep wherever he was standing when he decided he was tired. Sabi has staked out a window in one of the bedrooms and Oona likes the window in the laundry room. Riley is not allowed in the house, but likes the bench by the front door.
Me? I'm like a vampire. I like sleeping on the couch or my own bed. Neither one gets any sunshine and I am just fine with that.
Grab yourself some sunshine (or not) and have a great day.
a place for me and a place for you
Everyone has their place in this world. There is a place for me and there is a place for you. The good news is that we all have a say in where our place is located. You can choose deep in the weeds, on the edge of society, or smack dab in the middle.
It's your choice. Choose a place that's perfect for you.
laying out in the sun
Today is one of those late spring days that are absolutely gorgeous. Sunny blue skies with big puffy white clouds. Sort of makes me want to go out and soak up the sunshine. I've not laid out in the sun for many years (read decades) and I am not planning for it today. However, there is yard work to do and I can fire up the grill and cook up something good. Both sound like great reasons to be outside.
Have a great day folks. I hope your world is just as sunny where you live.
war stories
Ya know, sewing these britches reminds me of a story. Back in the war, my buddy Crabby and I were quartermasters attached to the 10th Ohio. We had this Lieutenant that was kind of an ass. The Lieutenant left his coat on a wagon and Crabby got the brilliant idea of sewing this guy's coat sleeves closed about halfway down their length.
Crabby just sat on the tail of the wagon sewing away. The Lieutenant even came out several times and asked Crabby some questions. He never figured out what Crabby was doing.
A runner finally came with a request for the lieutenant to go see the Major. The guy runs out of his tent and grabs the coat that Crabby had finished sewing and returned to its place. The Lieutenant tried putting his arm in the first sleeve and couldn’t get it in. He pushed harder and harder until he started spinning in circles with one arm halfway in and the other flailing around.
Finally the idiot lieutenant pushed so hard that he lost his balance and fell into a pile of horse crap. Crabby started laughing so hard he had tears. I started laughing because Crabby was laughing so hard. His laugh was infectious. Other people were laughing as well.
The Lieutenant got up, madder than a wasp’s nest. When he looked around for someone to blame, Crabby just subtly pointed his finger at one of the other guys that were laughing. I think the poor innocent slob got latrine duty for a month.
I think that was Crabby’s best day of the war.
Credit Due:
The gentleman pictured in this story is my friend from the farm, Rick Musselman. With only a little embellishment, this story was the actual tale that Rick was telling me while he hemmed the pants for one of the farm hands. Sometimes, real life is better than the story I would have made up. Thank you Rick.
milking Lilly
For those of you that don't have a farm in your background, I know you have a burning question in your minds. I know because I wondered the same thing. They feel like giant, solid, fuzzy boobs.
That answer your question?
Here is a bonus picture of the new calf, Myrtle. She is a adorable and only three weeks old.
right where you are
Sometimes you become so tired that you have to drop right where you are and take a nap. You could be on the floor, in the barn or even on a bench on the back porch. Your eyes start to droop, your muscles relax, and the next thing you know, you are out like a light. Right there. Wherever you are.
Must be nice being a cat.
Take a nap today. You've earned it.
three cans, a bucket, and a box
I often find beauty in the simplest scenes. Here, three watering cans, a bucket, and a wooden box are set against the repeating pattern of an old brick wall. Simple. Beautiful in its basic forms.
Yes, scenes like this are a joy.
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