Posey and I had a breakthrough yesterday, and this morning I milked 5 quarts of milk from my pretty little cow. What a lovely task, truly. In spite of the dirt and the muck and the hands cramping. Head leaned against her warm flank, chickens and cats waiting for treats, Josie checking on me from time to time, and Posey’s contented and comfortable sounds, while the white milk hisses and foams into the bucket.
And her cream in my coffee in the morning? Divine.
I really do love animals. I love the caring for them, learning their personalities, working with them, partnering with them, and earning their trust.
We had a beautiful Sunday. Chores and church in the morning, and a good ride moving grouchy cows to get them positioned for shipping calves tomorrow. A comical gathering-up of a stubborn steer. And all punctuated by my animals.
Posey loves apples, by the way.
Spent the day at the Winter Popup Market at the Monument Civic Center, with my photography and gift items. Connected with a lot of neat people, spent time with my mother, and when I got home my kind husband already had the cow milked and chores done. So we enjoyed a quiet evening while I doctored and fed some kittens.
It doesn’t get much cuter…
This picture says a lot. It says a lot about the kind of man I married, the sort of husband who dismisses his wife from the kitchen on her birthday so she can go read while he makes supper for her family that HE invited over for her special day.
We are so good at overlooking the beautiful kindnesses our closest people gift to us. May it not be so.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. The history behind it, the meaning of it, and the simple fact that we have set aside a day for everyone to render unto God what is His—our gratitude and acknowledgment that all we have is His and is from Him.
But so often Thanksgiving just gets lost in the blur and the day rolls around without much mental and emotional taking-in of what could be such a poignant time. We scramble through Thanksgiving and then it is a mad rush through the Christmas season. But I want to try to change that in my own heart and mind.
So from now through the end of this year (I will likely have a couple of catch-up days in there), I will be sharing a daily photo of something that moves my heart and reminds me of God’s goodness.
Hence this silly and sweet photo…Oh my goodness, such a pile of butter colored fuzz, pink noses, and baby blue eyes! They were born a month ago. I lost four cats this summer in a freak incident, one of which was Ember, my first ever cat who had been my constant pal as a single gal living in my Grandpa’s log cabin. Well, it was perfect timing that a tom paid a visit to our place.
God provides in the most mundane and ordinary ways, for our most mundane and ordinary desires, answering our most mundane and ordinary sadnesses.
Song Dog Journal 