It's no fun to be a cow, In the winter, anyhow To stand in snow, all the day, And have to eat some dry old hay. Let's wish for days, to quickly pass So they can munch, on springtime grass. ~SRD
Oh, don't let the days pass too quickly. Easy for me to say as I'm not standing out in the snow but still, I want to be present for each moment, even the hard ones.
I love the poem and it's perfect with your photo. One wonders if animals dream of spring as ardently as we do. As I get older I'm not sure I want the days to pass too quickly though. I am more inclined to just savor the days of winter and take every day as it comes along as a blessing.
Poor cows. I'll go along with your lovely poem, Sunny. Maybe springtime will come fast now the snow is disappearing... at least it is here. Plenty of rain though! I am NEVER satisfied.
I have mentioned this before, maybe, but I use to go with my dad to the back of our farm and feed the cows. Small bails of green hay in a low valley area where they could keep warm. The cows them selves created a warmer climate from their thirty or so bodies standing around together.
From the shores of New England to the Oregon coast, I would like to share some of the places that I've been and things that I've seen.
As we travel you may notice; there is an emphasis on Massachusetts...my home state, you will see a lot of barns...that I love, whether old, new or dilapidated, we are not traveling in any particular direction, and we may visit some places more than once.
Please enjoy my American Photo Journey and your comments are welcomed!
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The photo in the title...
features the Far Away Farm in Ashfield, Massachusetts.
I was born in my grandmother's old mill house in Cornwall, England and came to the USA with my parents in 1958. My Dad was in the RAF and as a child I lived in many different locations in England and even the Rock of Gibraltar.
Massachusetts has always been home in the US except for a brief period when I resided in Idaho, giving me a chance to explore the Great American West. For nearly 30 years I lived on Cape Cod before my husband and I moved back to the mountains* of Massachusetts with our Goldendoodle Lucy, and our cats, Lilly and Molly. I am also the mother of a grown son.
*Some of you would call them hills but they're mountains to me!
19 comments:
Oh roll on spring, for those poot chilly cows to thaw their hooves. Do they sleep indoors (in stalls) at night?
Oh, don't let the days pass too quickly. Easy for me to say as I'm not standing out in the snow but still, I want to be present for each moment, even the hard ones.
Oh, no wonder they're kind of huddling by the trees instead of out grazing in the field. They look so sweet. :)
I love the poem and it's perfect with your photo. One wonders if animals dream of spring as ardently as we do. As I get older I'm not sure I want the days to pass too quickly though. I am more inclined to just savor the days of winter and take every day as it comes along as a blessing.
I agree, roll on spring. I feel sorry for the animals out in the bad weather. Your picture is lovely though Sunny.
I'm all for that. Spring time. But we haven't had the hardest part of Winter yet.
Your photos always look like you had the animals' cooperation, like they were eating out of you hand.
Great photograph. Pardon me, but its only the lucky ones that make it to Spring.
Bring spring! I agree!
Cute poem and picture, Sunny... Those cows just look pretty darn miserable... We are ALL waiting for spring...
Hugs,
Betsy
Lovely shot Sunny and great verse to accompany it
Poor cows. I'll go along with your lovely poem, Sunny. Maybe springtime will come fast now the snow is disappearing... at least it is here. Plenty of rain though! I am NEVER satisfied.
I love the poem.Nice photo.
poor moos! standing in the cold. You know I love it because it is cows.
Very Moo-ving
I have mentioned this before, maybe, but I use to go with my dad to the back of our farm and feed the cows. Small bails of green hay in a low valley area where they could keep warm. The cows them selves created a warmer climate from their thirty or so bodies standing around together.
I love the poem, and the picture is great as well.
Yes they must have cold feet! I like the rhyme)
I SECOND THAT THOUGHT....bring on the Spring!
Dan
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