With evening comes new life. One of the two cows left to freshen before fall drops a heifer calf. She’s born with stubborn built-in and fights the rope I slip around her neck. Her muscles tense and I laugh at her antics. Her mama calms her down with swift licks. Life is born in blood. I…
I couldn’t sleep last night. Again. The rain was falling on our tin roof so I sat on the couch and listened to the symphony. When five o’clock snuck up, I sat down at the computer to catch up reading a few blogs. And in the reading the question was asked, “What is saving your…
We’ve been a bit discouraged lately. Three crops of great-looking calves have died. The vet says we’re deficient in some mineral so we’re giving shots and praying that these ones live. I stop to get milk, same as every day. Except this time there is a cut on my thumb. A touch to the stainless…
Sometimes life tears wide-open. I spent a day this past week in the insurance office trying to straighten out a mess that I didn’t make. That was directly on the heels of a two-hour wait in the radiology department of the hospital. The question of cancer in one of my dearest people sending shivers down…
The stars and moon are shrouded by clouds. Sounds of a banjo playing leak from the barn. Sunday night. My husband’s smile. “The cows make more milk on bluegrass,” he says. I step from the barn and a few stray sprinkles of rain dance across my skin. They are cool. I smile into darkness. The…
The first calf that died in our barn was named Grace. She was a pretty little black thing with a white heart on her forehead. When she got sick I tried everything to save her. Sat in the barn for hours trying to coax fluid and meds into her. I fed her one morning…
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