Longing

I miss the broodmares and the foals who are beginning to be born about now. I just do.

I wear my hair this way for a reason

It's because I like it. And it's very becoming. And that's that.

Cows looking sheepish

Now, what is going on here, I ask you?
George and I came upon the two resident farm cows up by the dead tree at twilight. They looked like they were up to something. Frankly, I think they were just scratching themselves on the lovely assortment of wood.
I mean, this is about as exciting as it gets around here. Cows scratching themselves on wood? Oi vey.

Come blow your horn

Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,

The sheep's in the meadow,

The cow's in the corn.

Where is the boy who looks after the sheep?

He's under the haystack fast asleep.

When I was a young mother, I read to my boys every night and sang them a medly of songs that included this melody.

The best thing you can spend on your children? Your time.

Caught in the act

Naughty Mr. Rooster here is not permitted on the display shelves at the local garden center. But before they could shoo him off, he deigned to pose for one or two photos for a customer who just happened to have her camera with her. Um, that would be me.

George meets some new animals

There are 4 miniature donkeys on the farm where we've just moved and two of them got very close to the fence to meet George. They seem pretty friendly to me and George seemed very interested. Have a wonderful Sunday, everyone. Hope you're keeping cool.

I'm out standing in my field

Or am I outstanding in my field? Either way, I took this picture on Saturday while I was taking a walk with George at our new place. Found this cow and I think it's a Hereford. Maybe Jeannelle can help me out here. Regardless, it's beautiful here in Pennsylvania. And I am happy.